<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476</id><updated>2011-08-30T06:51:41.111-07:00</updated><category term='começo.'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-6600056205060333783</id><published>2011-02-06T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:30:17.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mudando de casa :)</title><content type='html'>Amei o blogspot nesse aninhos aí com ele. Mas agora vou-me embora pro tumblr!&lt;br /&gt;Não por nada não! Só porque os blogs da church e de estudos para as garotas já estão lá! Fica tudo mais fácil, sim? preguicinha, sabe? Já disseram que sou maleitosa mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que é: quem quiser manda um email pra cá:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;naty.alves.oli@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; e então eu passo o LINQUÊ pra 'seguirem', combinadinho? :) ( êta geração twitter!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjocitos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-6600056205060333783?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/6600056205060333783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=6600056205060333783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6600056205060333783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6600056205060333783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2011/02/mudando-de-casa.html' title='mudando de casa :)'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-6069892472080266804</id><published>2010-12-03T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T04:03:24.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet</title><content type='html'>journal's entry - 22/11/2010-&lt;br /&gt;"Am I the one who gets things wrong everytime? Am I the only one who always misunderstand what they say?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the reason every one ended before start? Am I the one who blows everything up, everytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Im not, then why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/12/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And I fall in love with the ones that run me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; height: 32px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When all along all I need is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-6069892472080266804?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/6069892472080266804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=6069892472080266804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6069892472080266804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6069892472080266804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/12/yet.html' title='yet'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4905749318510536075</id><published>2010-11-16T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:11:44.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e ai eu decidi não postar mesmo... pena :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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to say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he clocks on my wall keep ticking, the &lt;em&gt;moments that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;kay, so I must confess that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’ve settled for &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hat You designed, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’m &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; taking my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;one day&lt;/em&gt; at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ause &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;life is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and quickly passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ather, will You help me &lt;strong&gt;make the most of what is mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ith eyes open wide &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TA5oKKcw9xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QU7mE0t4uT4/s1600/Holding_a_Piece_of_Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480432320369456914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TA5oKKcw9xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QU7mE0t4uT4/s320/Holding_a_Piece_of_Time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’m taking You in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aking the time mean all that it can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; don’t need a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just need to begin, need to begin like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ith every second of every minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’m livin’ in it and that’s how I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ay it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got so much to discover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;hand I could lend&lt;/em&gt; another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;word&lt;/em&gt; that could &lt;em&gt;bring&lt;/em&gt; some &lt;em&gt;healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s there any better feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TA5pIiEypKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HmKpgQS1VLU/s1600/Time_is_always_passing_by_by_Deereyedgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480433391863243938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TA5pIiEypKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HmKpgQS1VLU/s320/Time_is_always_passing_by_by_Deereyedgirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;old up, gotta see the beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;old up, gotta let it move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanna be, with You here in the now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;’m done missing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;et me fall in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esting here in Your arms, I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; peace like I have never known, like I have never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ounting every star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;othing’s ever too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ith You here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I see it all so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7115516287127598983?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7115516287127598983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7115516287127598983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7115516287127598983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7115516287127598983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothings-ever-too-far.html' title='Nothing’s ever too far'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TA5oKKcw9xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/QU7mE0t4uT4/s72-c/Holding_a_Piece_of_Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2645471288380600571</id><published>2010-06-02T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:31:12.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TAZrKocPlMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/usxRMa4Qu3k/s1600/going+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TAZrKocPlMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/usxRMa4Qu3k/s320/going+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478183827141530818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello hello it’s me again, it’s me again&lt;br /&gt;I know I know when I call You hear me, You hear me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love I love to pray, so hear what I’ve got to say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna be someone that just talks and,&lt;br /&gt;never listens to You&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one that says that I’ll follow&lt;br /&gt;Wohohoo I’m gonna follow You&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyday God nothing, no nothing&lt;br /&gt;will ever separate me from Your&lt;br /&gt;Love today God nothing, no nothing&lt;br /&gt;will ever stop me from living for You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2645471288380600571?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2645471288380600571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2645471288380600571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2645471288380600571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2645471288380600571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-hello-its-me-again-its-me-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TAZrKocPlMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/usxRMa4Qu3k/s72-c/going+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-237805650696834163</id><published>2010-06-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:30:03.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOIN BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TAZq1Agcq5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/GOFG627V8Zk/s1600/Going_Back_Home_by_B_Rox_U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TAZq1Agcq5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/GOFG627V8Zk/s400/Going_Back_Home_by_B_Rox_U.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478183455644494738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back to the beginning, huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-237805650696834163?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/237805650696834163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=237805650696834163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/237805650696834163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/237805650696834163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/06/goin-back.html' title='GOIN BACK'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/TAZq1Agcq5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/GOFG627V8Zk/s72-c/Going_Back_Home_by_B_Rox_U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-7311998279415967860</id><published>2010-05-04T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:35:06.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from Tio Guga's Team- TM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O que choca, mesmo, não é o Ultraje a Rigor. É a facilidade com que palavrões, expressões grosseiras e chulas – quando não blasfemas – encontram guarida na boca de fiéis que, supostamente, procuram seguir os preceitos das Escrituras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não me refiro àqueles que, por treinamento intenso prévio (“exercitados”: 2 Pe 2.14) – na maioria das vezes antes de suas conversões, têm problemas e lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tas nessa área, e se esforçam para abandonar velhos hábitos. Em minha vida tenho testemunhado a luta de vários c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ristãos para controlar a língua e as palavras. Muitos foram exercitados por anos de impiedade, ou ficaram submersos em empresas, escolas ou repartições onde o palavrão é a norma. Esses procuram de todas as maneiras mudar a linguagem – isso é visível a outros, para não entristecerem o Espírito Santo com a mesma boca que abençoam (Tiago 3.9-10).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O inusitado ocorre quando vemos alguns líderes cristãos, nos últimos tempos, seguindo mais o Ultraje a Rigor (“...eu não tenho nada pra dizer; também não ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ho mais o que fazer...”) do que a Bíblia. Passaram a defender a instituição do Palavrão, junto com seus seguidores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um texto de um desses “pastores” foi-me enviado recentemente (apesar dele estar postado e circulando desde 25.09.2009). Ele foi escrito por conhecido líder, que hoje se ocupa bastante em disseminar vitupérios contra os que o “abandonaram”, em função de seu pecado, e a destilar amarguras, atribuindo hipocrisia genérica ao mundo cristão (não se preocupem, não vou dar o link, pois a sua peça, defendendo o linguajar chulo e grosseiro não merece divulgação adicional).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O texto responde a um consulente e seguidor fiel, que chama atenção para um vídeo de outro “líder cristão” que faz palestra em uma igreja. O palestrante é médico e o pretexto é a saúde e higiene dos ouvintes. Com esse objetivo, ele utiliza palavras grosseiras e, repetidamente, o famoso monossílabo, constrangendo e ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ocando alguns da platéia, enquanto a outra parte se delicia e gargalha (também não vou dar o link). O consulente, então, infere que não haveria motivo para aquele vídeo escandalizar nenhum crente. Compara, então, os que se escan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dalizam com os que engolem um camelo, mas se engasgam com um mosquito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Provavelmente, o camelo, aqui, refere-se à violência ou mal tratos, enquanto que o mosquito seria o palavrão. A bandeira falaciosa de muitos, principalmente no campo secular, têm sido defender impropriedades, palavrões e até pornografia, dizendo que a pornografia verdadeira é a violência para com crianças, ou de pessoa contra pessoa. Ora, um não justifica nem anula o outro. Por que ambos não podem ser errados?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois bem, o pastor responde com uma ode ao palavrão. Indicando que quase morreu de rir, com o vídeo, não somente grafa o monossílabo várias vezes em seu texto, como acusa os que não o utilizam de &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hipócritas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S-BYscTyelI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tBfxaIsmyuQ/s1600/addicted_to_base_by_Maniaco_freak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S-BYscTyelI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tBfxaIsmyuQ/s200/addicted_to_base_by_Maniaco_freak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467467468164463186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O ensino básico desse pensamento é que as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barreiras de recato e moralidade são arcaicas, superadas. Que o exercício de uma suposta graça amorfa promove a verdadeira autenticidade e sinceridade; e o tráfego livre entre o impróprio e proibido, e o correto e socialmente defensável&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afinal, vivemos em uma matriz de convenções humanas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para estes, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pro&lt;/span&gt;ximação com Deus não cria a obrigação para com regras, mas a liberação dessas. Pelo que inferimos desses ensinos, não existem absolut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;os.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nos aproximamos de Deus e, no fluir dessa graça sub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;jetiva, de uma maneira mística e in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;descritível, nada contradiz nossa forma e postura devida. A única máxim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a, possivelmente, seria o “amor”, mas esse, fugindo ao sentido bíblico de procurar o interesse da pessoa amada, de “cumprimento dos mandamentos” (João14.15,21), passa a ser um termo vazio de significado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; que abriga tudo sobre seu guarda-chuva, num reavivamento da Teologia Situacionista moribunda de Joseph Fletcher, tão popular na década de 60, do século passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S-BX7o9lbRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Rvb5zTDS71Q/s1600/A_Slave_to____by_SpellbinderImages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S-BX7o9lbRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Rvb5zTDS71Q/s320/A_Slave_to____by_SpellbinderImages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467466629747404050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nesse universo imaginário, até o pecado é redefinido e a tolerância irrestrita é propagada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser contra palavrões, ou contra o palavrão-palavrinha, repetido &lt;i style=""&gt;ad nauseam&lt;/i&gt; no texto, é coisa de careta; de cristão retrógrado; de pessoas que ainda não atingiram esse patamar de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pseudo-santidade estéril &lt;/span&gt;(pois não produz pureza), característica dessa nova ordem de iluminados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as será que esse é o ensino da Palavra de Deus? Será que o derribar desses marcos regulatórios é a verdadeira missão e postura do cristão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa luz negra que projetam sobre minha vida procede mesmo da “l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;âmpada para os meus pés... e luz para os meus caminhos” (Sl 119.105)? Por certo que não. A Bíblia nos instrui que o recato ou pudor é virtude a ser cultivada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Especificamente ela alerta contra a falta de pudor (“impudiscícia”), que te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ima em se imiscuir na igreja, em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Efésios 5.3: “Mas a &lt;b&gt;impudicícia&lt;/b&gt; e toda sorte de impurezas ou cobiça nem sequer se nomeiem entre vós, como convém a santos”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É verdade que vivemos em uma era onde se fala cada vez menos nisso. As crianças se acostumam em um mundo onde a proprie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dade e modéstia no vestir e no proceder estão conspicuamente ausentes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é de espantar que a sexualidade precoce desponte como uma das grandes distorções e desvios do nosso século.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossos ouvidos também vão se acostumando e a consciência se cauterizando com tantas impropriedades proferidas nos filmes, na televisão, nas rádios, nas músicas e no dia-a-dia da sociedade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto, ver “líderes cristãos” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otulando o constrangimento perante a imoralidade de hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leva-nos à vanguarda do absurdo. Para os tais o alvo é ser “liberado” das amarras incômodas, e comecemos essa jornada rumo à dissolução social e à devassidão moral, bem moderninhos e conectados, pelo linguajar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que exercer seletividade moral na palavra falada ou escrita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e não houvesse nenhuma outra razão, teríamos o exemplo dos escritores da própria Bíbli&lt;/span&gt;a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palavrões e linguagem chula sempre existiram na história da humanidade. Estão enraizados na natureza humana pecaminosa. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;empre houve uma forma apropriada e uma forma vulgar de se referir a tudo, especialmente a partes do corpo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ora, por que então a Bíblia, que trata dos mais variados assuntos, utiliza palavras e expressões recatadas e apropriadas e não chulas, para se referir a elas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Certamente a comunicação adequada, preocupação do Autor da Bíblia, que a fez ser grafada na linguagem comumente falada, através&lt;/span&gt; d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as eras, não necessitava do emprego de linguagem imprópria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falar com recato não impede a comunicação&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou será que a utilização de palavrões, no seio do cristianismo, é nova forma de comunicação eficaz e grande descoberta; veículo de graça contemporânea, encontrado por essa nova casta de iluminado&lt;/span&gt;s?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mas a Bíblia vai além &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e fala especificamente da linguagem que deve caracterizar o servo de Deus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em &lt;b style=""&gt;Tito 2.8&lt;/b&gt;, somos admoestados a ter “linguagem sadia e irrepreensível para que o adversário seja envergonhado não tendo indignidade nenhuma que dizer a nosso respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Efésios 4.29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; diz categoricamente: “Não saia de vossa boca nenhuma palavra torpe e sim, unicamente, a que for boa para edificação...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Colossenses 3.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; mostra que o linguajar chulo é característica dos descrentes: “Agora, porém, despojai-vos, igualmente, de tudo isso: ira, indignação, maldade, maledicência, linguagem obscena do vosso falar”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tiago 1.26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;arece falar aos que querem misturar religiosidade com linguajar impróprio: “Se alguém supõe ser religioso deixando de refrear a sua língua, antes enganando o próprio coração, a sua religião é vã”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Efésios 5.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; também, claramente, mostra como deve ser a comunicação do cristão. Gracejos e gozações grosseiras (chocarrices), palavras torpes e vãs não devem ter lugar em nosso falar: “...nem conversação torpe, nem palavras vãs, ou chocarrices, coisas essas inconvenientes...”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece que o Roger, do Ultraje ao Rigor estava certo: na falta do que dizer; na falta do que fazer; defenda-se o palavrão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas o cristão tem o que falar e o que fazer. Não venham me enganar e dizer que tudo isso que a Bíblia condena deve estar presente na boca do cristão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Solano Portela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - www.tempora-mores.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S-BXuhgCUwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/d0_jQo-8khI/s1600/the_prayer_by_Amosb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S-BXuhgCUwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/d0_jQo-8khI/s320/the_prayer_by_Amosb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467466404406121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sobre este assunto, sem representar endosso completo à totalidade do site, leia também: “Crente Boca Suja” em: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandrobaggio.com/2009/09/23/crente-boca-suja/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;http://www.sandrobaggio.com/2009/09/23/crente-boca-suja/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“O &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Falar Cristão”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://nasprofundezasdasimplicidade.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-falar-cristao.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;http://nasprofundezasdasimplicidade.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-falar-cristao.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e, o excelente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://normabraga.blogspot.com/search?q=palavr%C3%B5es"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflexão Óbvia Sobre os Palavrões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;", da Norma Braga. Sobre este post, de 2007, a autora diz o seguinte: "Hoje em dia o óbvio é novidade para muita gente, mesmo na igreja, que está entrando na onda do 'falar palavrão é legal' e, com isso, participam da atmosfera destrutiva que tem sustentado reviravoltas morais na sociedade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="post-footer"&gt; &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Postado por &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Solano Portela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; às &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://tempora-mores.blogspot.com/2010/03/palavrao-so-pra-garantir-esse-refrao.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2010-03-14T22:43:00-03:00"&gt;22:43&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7311998279415967860?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7311998279415967860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7311998279415967860' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7311998279415967860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7311998279415967860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-uncle-gugas-team-tm.html' title='from Tio Guga&apos;s Team- TM'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S-BYscTyelI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tBfxaIsmyuQ/s72-c/addicted_to_base_by_Maniaco_freak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2755496718726560747</id><published>2010-03-27T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:24:27.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap. 3- Construindo uma Vida Íntegra</title><content type='html'>Integridade x Concessão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser uma pessoa íntegra significa que você não é dividida, que todas as partes da sua vida são alinhadas umas com as outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tiver controle de si, estará livre para viver plenamente com seu marido um relacionamento sexual apaixonado, sem as cicatrizes e a bagagem emocional que acompanham as concessoes.&lt;br /&gt;Sua sexualidade é &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quem você é&lt;/span&gt; ! -Feita de corpo mente coração e espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Integridade sexual nao se resume apenas à abstinencia fisica. quando esses quatro aspectos estão em perfeito alinhamento, sua sexualidade reflete equilíbrio e integridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia do seu casamento, a integridade sexual significa proteger-se de quaisquer desejos físicos, mentais ou emocionais pelo sexo oposto que não possam ser satisfeitos com o plano de Deus. - Deve se esforçar ao máximo para guardar seu coração, mente e o corpo contra as ameaças à  sua integriadade espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você ama a Deus, ama a seu proximo e a si mesmo,( nessa ordem. :P) então pode viver muito acima de qualquer conjunto de regras ou regulamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Podemos fazer tudo o que queremos". Sim, mas nem tudo é bom. "Podemos fazer tudo o que queremos" mas nem tudo é útil. Ninguém deve buscar seus próprios interesses e sim os dos outros. - I Coríntios 10.23-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se concentre no que é PERMITIDO, mas no que é melhor para todos os envolvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Meu, pense assim: ''O que me 'faz' querer fazer isso ? O que me motiva.''&lt;br /&gt;Suas atitudes devem espelhar uma beleza interior e um amor sincero por Deus pelos outros e por si mesma. Não usará o sexo oposto para te satisfazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você estará na moda e talvez até seja sexy aos olhos de um rapz (sexy, como a beleza, está no olho de quem vê, e alguns homens a acharão sexy mesmo que use roupas discretas). Você se mostrará atraente por saber que representa DEUS para os outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida corresponderá à suas palavras- ' a word is just a word til you mean what you say'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo para Deus, sua beleza virá de DENTRO para FORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from the inside out, Lord.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2755496718726560747?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2755496718726560747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2755496718726560747' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2755496718726560747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2755496718726560747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/03/cap-3-construindo-uma-vida-integra.html' title='Cap. 3- Construindo uma Vida Íntegra'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4384904422545586833</id><published>2010-01-15T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:08:52.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap 2 -De volta ao plano inicial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S1En_NVJiJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/L0Vs5tE-ulk/s1600-h/252347423_6d2fb62247.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S1Ensv5AK6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/57giMUQ03i8/s1600-h/ATgAAAB8XxA3JbmtjSPkMM-2CrZsR5QGVf-cbOr9zGU_r_FCYBIuHsdljo55mHOUR_zY9xrFkCMpTWj3emNF73QcV6ZmAJtU9VASUU-BgNWSSofNNo1j3b5DDaIASA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427162675681438626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S1Ensv5AK6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/57giMUQ03i8/s200/ATgAAAB8XxA3JbmtjSPkMM-2CrZsR5QGVf-cbOr9zGU_r_FCYBIuHsdljo55mHOUR_zY9xrFkCMpTWj3emNF73QcV6ZmAJtU9VASUU-BgNWSSofNNo1j3b5DDaIASA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim Deus criou os seres humanos; Ele os criou parecidos com Deus. Ele&lt;br /&gt;os criou homem e mulher[...] E viu Deus que tudo o que ele havia feito era muito&lt;br /&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Gênesis 1:27,31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando você vai preencher um formulário, e encontra o campo "sexo" , você não escrever ''virgem'' ou ''não-virgem'', escreve MASCULINO ou FEMININO. Somos sexuais (homem ou mulher) durante toda a vida, mas o plano é que a relação sexual seja permitida apenas no &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;casamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Na cultura em que vivemos, a relação sexual virou quase que um rito de passagem para a idade adulta. É um engano !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;da mulheres se casarem, as outras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; serão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;eternas meninas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Em outras palavras, sua sexualidade não é definida pelo que você faz, mas por quem você é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Em &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A batalha de todo homem,&lt;/span&gt;Steve Arterburn e Fred Stoeker abordam a importancia de os homens "&lt;b&gt;desviarem o olhar&lt;/b&gt;", para não fitarem uma mulher com cobiça. Embora nós também precisemos guardar nossos olhos, a primeira preocupação de ser guardar o &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; e desviar os &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 393px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427157855342923490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S1EjUKuvjuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LNi9wgdbNjI/s400/quadro.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;É mais ou menos assim, enquanto você quer assistir a um filme, ficar juntinho, e conversar, ver o sol a lua ou o que for, ele quer te abraçar, beijar.. Não que um esteja errado, ou o outro. Só mostrando que somos diferentes. Nós meninas, queremos nos ligar "por dentro", alcançar o coração dele. É natural da mulher. Deus criou os homens e as mulheres para serem diferentes. E ainda assim se ajustarem! (imagina se Eva só quisesse saber de ver futebol com Adão e ficar brincando de briguinha.. ou enfim. Um completa o outro, como deveria ser. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.Criados para se conectar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Intimidade é ''ver o interior'' - a relação sexual é o maior nível de intimidade do ser humano. É como se fossse, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;conhecer completamente&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;É um momento onde &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dois &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;corpos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;duas &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mentes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;dois &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;corações &lt;i&gt;se unem para &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;se tornar uma só carne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; FONT-STYLE: italic" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PERGUNTINHA DO DIA: Como alguém pode se tornar "uma só carne" com 1316546 caras diferentes ao longo da vida? &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Não pode &lt;/span&gt;! Essa é a questão.---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.Vale a Pena Esperar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rque o plano de Deus é perfeito, e Ele quer que você tenha uma experiencia como nada antes na vida, exclusivamente no seu casamento !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Imagine como deve ser o casamento de duas pessoas que ser 'guardaram' e preservaram seus pensamentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ele guardou seu coraçõ e desviou seu olhar; ela será&lt;br /&gt;sua única mulher! Você pode imaginar como ela será atraente para&lt;br /&gt;ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela, nunca havia sido abraçada tão intimamente, nunca havia se entregue a&lt;br /&gt;outro, ele será o homem de sua vida. o único.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa só como ele será&lt;br /&gt;atraente para ela !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Gênesis 2:24-25&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427163802045483010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S1EouT7HiAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/znkti-Bfn-8/s320/252347423_6d2fb62247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4384904422545586833?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4384904422545586833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4384904422545586833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4384904422545586833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4384904422545586833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/01/cap-2-de-volta-ao-plano-inicial.html' title='Cap 2 -De volta ao plano inicial'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S1Ensv5AK6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/57giMUQ03i8/s72-c/ATgAAAB8XxA3JbmtjSPkMM-2CrZsR5QGVf-cbOr9zGU_r_FCYBIuHsdljo55mHOUR_zY9xrFkCMpTWj3emNF73QcV6ZmAJtU9VASUU-BgNWSSofNNo1j3b5DDaIASA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-6432359311697121833</id><published>2010-01-12T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:07:16.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap. I - Ousando ser Verdadeira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0z-I8lo9RI/AAAAAAAAAUU/g-vqsGbFW0c/s1600-h/Baby_by_firarifunda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0z95ucP5cI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IxQ4ALSjZRw/s1600-h/Truth_vs__Opinion_II_by_sakumoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 56px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425990819235489218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0z95ucP5cI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IxQ4ALSjZRw/s200/Truth_vs__Opinion_II_by_sakumoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Se vocês continuarem a obedecer os meus ensinamentos, serão, de fato, meus discípulos e conhecerão a &lt;u&gt;verdade&lt;/u&gt;, e a &lt;u&gt;verdade&lt;/u&gt; os libertará.- João 8:31-32&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mentir. Uma das primeiras coisas que aprendemos a fazer. Triste, mas verdade, e fale que não é?!Quem quebrou o vaso, você bateu no seu irmão, o que você esta assistindo, que site é esse, são só alguns dos exemplos das mentirinhas que contamos. E conforme a gente cresce, não pense que elas simplesmente vão embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Difícil falar a verdade sobre certas coisas. A verdade pode doer e é mais fácil omitir. Se você é como qualquer outra pessoa, acredita que o segredo vai desaparecer se não pensar muito nele, ou não contá-lo para ninguém, mas naturalmente, acontece o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes, para proteger a mente, o coração e o corpo do pecado, temos que ser corajosas para falar a verdade. E outras vezes, temos que reconhecer a verdade sobre os conflitos que estamos enfrentando na batalha pela pureza sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-A ignorância não é uma virtude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ignorância não é virtude nem dom de Deus. Você pode muito bem SABER das coisas, se sabia e inocente. Não pode pensar que não será tentada, e tem que estar preparada para tomar as decisões&lt;strong&gt; responsáveis&lt;/strong&gt; quando as tentações chegarem. Paulo escreveu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Portanto, aquele que está de pé é melhor ter cuidado para não cair[..]Portanto estejam prontos para agir. Continuem alertas[...] não deixem que a vida de vocês seja dominada por aqueles desejos que vocês tinham quando eram &lt;strong&gt;ignorantes&lt;/strong&gt;. Pelo contrário, sejam santos em tudo o que fizerem, assim como Deus, que os chamou, é santo. Porque as escrituras dizem: "Sejam santos porque eu sou santo"[...] Vocês fazem parte do povo de Deus, portanto, qualquer tipo de imoralidade sexual, indecência ou cobiça não pode nem mesmo ser assunto de conversa entre vocês. " I Cor.10:12 - IPe. 1:13-16 - Efésios 5:3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo as "boas meninas cristãs" estão livres das tentações. No livro a uma série de perguntas para as quais a resposta é SIM ou NÃO. Vou escrever alguma aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Você assiste programas de TV, ou escuta programas de rádio com piadas sexuais ou insinuações?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Os pensamentos sobre ter um namorado consomem-lhe a mente a ponto de ter dificuldade de pensar em outra coisas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Acha certo um homem e uma mulher viverem juntos embora não casados?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Já mentiu para seus pais sobre onde estaria ou com quem estaria por saber que eles não aprovariam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Você visita bate-papos ou faz fakes, nos quais você é uma pessoa completamente diferente e faz coisas que seus pais e nem amigos aprovariam ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bom, essas são algumas que chamaram minha atenção. Porque, é tão fácil achar programas com piadinhas sujinhas, ou insinuando, novelas, filmes, seriados, está em todo lugar! Casais morando juntos antes de se casarem também se tornou algo bem comum, mesmo entre crentes. E este ultimo: fakes e bate-papos, é MUITO FACIL, você se ver em uma situação constrangedora na internet. Mesmo em bate-papos cristãos, sempre há a entrada a deixa para a conversa ir para o lado que se seus pais estivessem vigiando, você não iria. (e provavelmente´seja por isso que você&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0z_XXg0erI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Q07GKplIHOc/s1600-h/Baby_by_SoorPus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425992427988351666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0z_XXg0erI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Q07GKplIHOc/s320/Baby_by_SoorPus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; apaga o histórico do dia antes de sair.). O segredo é reconhecer e compreender o que leva uma mulher, a tropeçar e cair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0z_XXg0erI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Q07GKplIHOc/s1600-h/Baby_by_SoorPus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being God's Little Princess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-6432359311697121833?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/6432359311697121833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=6432359311697121833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6432359311697121833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6432359311697121833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/01/cap-i-ousando-ser-verdadeira-parte-1.html' title='Cap. I - Ousando ser Verdadeira.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0z95ucP5cI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IxQ4ALSjZRw/s72-c/Truth_vs__Opinion_II_by_sakumoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-9130339852578131729</id><published>2010-01-12T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:03:05.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para começar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0zi34rI88I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XYQNH0YVCE0/s1600-h/compass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425961100808614850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0zi34rI88I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XYQNH0YVCE0/s320/compass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Provérbios &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; diz: "Há caminhos que parecem certos, mas podem acabar levando para a morte", e isso funciona muito bem ainda hoje, apesar de Salomão ter escrito isso a mais de dois mil e dez anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, todos os dias tomamos decisões, escolhemos caminhos que não parecem tão ruins assim. No mundo todo há jovens tomando decisões...erradas, que lhes parecem certas. São coisas pequenas, mas fazem uma diferença imensa. Como &lt;u&gt;filmes&lt;/u&gt; que achamos sem querer ao ir mudando de canal e que decidimos assistir, mentiras que contamos aos nossos pais, pois eles não nos entederiam se dissessemos a verdade, ou até que ponto estamos dispostas a ir no namoro. Ás vezes parece realmente ser ''nada de mais'', algo que todos fazem, mas aos poucos acabamos esquecendo a diferença entre o certo e o errado e a nossa bússola perde o norte. Por mais que saibamos para onde ir e tenhámos um mapa, somos teimosos em olhar e nos guiar pela &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;'bússola-que-aponta-para-onde-quero'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sim, aquela do Capitão Jack Sparrow).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;em&gt;pureza sexual &lt;/em&gt;é algo que merece nosso cuidado, meninas. E não é apenas "&lt;em&gt;não fazer sexo",&lt;/em&gt; vai muito além disso, como vocês verão neste e nos proximos posts. Cabe a você julgar se vai confiar em seu próprio julgamento, assim como está agora, ou vai realmente se levantar e ir em busca da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;integridade sexual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que estamos todas em um labirinto, e há varios luminosos gigantes apontando muitos caminhos diferentes. Nossas &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;amigas&lt;/span&gt; nos puxam para os delas próprias mas nós temos que decidir pra onde ir no final. Espero que esteja ajudando a desenhar &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;setas seguras&lt;/span&gt; para você seguir, e embora eu não esteja fora dele ainda e não possa te guiar literalmente, Deus tem a visão geral de tudo, Ele sabe exatamente onde estão os becos sem saída e os buracos e armadilhas pelo caminho. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus conhece o destino de cada decisão sua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Se vocês se desviarem do caminho, indo para a direita ou para esquerda, ouvirão a voz Dele atrás de vocês, dizendo: 'o caminho certo é este,andem nele' "&lt;/em&gt; (Is. 30:21)- Acho que, se deixarmos de lado as distraçoes do mundo e ouvirmos a voz Dele, buscarmos por isso, Ele não falhará, não nos ignorará! Ele é totalmente digno de confiança! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Biblia, estão todas as '&lt;em&gt;dicas&lt;/em&gt;' para uma boa vida. Uma vida de paz e felicidade. Os mandamentos de Deus são valiosos conselhos também! Não pense que Deus é apenas uma espécie de &lt;em&gt;"desmancha-prazeres cósmico" . &lt;/em&gt;Ele te ama, e quer seu melhor. Ele está preocupado com todas as áreas da sua vida !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os autores do livro trabalharam nos ultimos 40 anos, como palestrantes e conselheiros para jovens e adolescentes em diversos países. Eles dizem assim : "&lt;em&gt;Embora me preocupe com o que você, jovem, esteja tentada a fazer quando está a sós com um rapaz, minha preocupação maior está no que você acredita sobre sua sexualidade e o desejo de Deus por sua pureza. Oro para que este livro (agora o blog da bub tbm!) seja um instrumento precioso para uma mente renovada, um espírito forte, um coração puro, um corpo sadio e relacionamentos imensamente compensadores com os outros e com Deus. Guarde cada palavra no coração e aplique estes principios em sua vida."&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh McDowell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O co-autor, Stephen Arterburn diz:&lt;em&gt; " Há alguns anos quando eu namorava, alguns rapazes usavam as moças para o próprio prazer, as manipulando afim de fortalecer seu ego enfraquecido. Julgavam a moça pelo corpo e por quanto expunha dele. Bom, a situação não melhorou. Em alguns aspectos apenas piorou. Muito. Não use os rapazes e não se deixe ser usada. Você é uma criação especial de Deus. Ele não quer que seja usada e nem que use outras pessoas. Oramos para que leia este livro (e o blog da bub!) e viva de acordo com as verdades apresentadas aqui. Você tem uma tarefa: ser bem-sucedida na integração de sua sexualidade com o restante de sua vida. Ser a mesma pessoa nas noites de sexta e sábado, e no domingo na igreja."-&lt;strong&gt; Stephen Arterburn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) bub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-9130339852578131729?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/9130339852578131729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=9130339852578131729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/9130339852578131729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/9130339852578131729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/01/para-comecar.html' title='Para começar...'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/S0zi34rI88I/AAAAAAAAAUE/XYQNH0YVCE0/s72-c/compass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5468852713422008286</id><published>2010-01-12T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:37:52.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010. Primerinha!</title><content type='html'>Certo, vou admitir : enrolei para postar! Mas, ah, neste sentimento de férias calor e preguiça em que nó, do planeta alienígena estamos, preguicite é tão... inevitável quanto... suor (ugh!).&lt;br /&gt;Estava me decidindo se postava neste blog, ou no &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;osque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntre &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;undos- vá lá descobrir o que o nome significa!). Levando em conta que a começar por hoje, os próximos dias serão de textos e textos sobre nada menos que um livro recém-finalizado !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A Batalha de Toda a Adolescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pureza exige Coragem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- por Shannon Ethridge &amp;amp; Sthepen Arterburn, traduzido por Neyd Siqueira, foi originalmente publicado pela WaterBrook Press, Colorado Springs, EUA, em 2004. No Brasil, a Editora Mundo Cristão o trouxe a vida, para as 'garotas &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;amarelas&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ahn, ficou bom. repitirei esse parágrafo no BEM quando estiver falando do livro em si e não do conteúdo. :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em certa altura, nós, leitoras somos desafiadas a, bom, dividir o que estamos aprendendo com amigas e outras meninas. Acho que além do exemplo que incentivam a passar, o blog seria uma boa forma de contar à leitoras e amigas leitoras sobre o que venho descobrindo.&lt;br /&gt;Se gostar, e espero que goste, continue lendo, tentarei ao máximo postar o mais rápido possível. Se não gostar, bem então não leia, não visite a página pelas proximas semanas porque será exatamente sobre isso que falarei. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 7 partes:&lt;br /&gt;- Compreendendo a batalha&lt;br /&gt;-Evitando a auto destruição&lt;br /&gt;-Evitando a destruição dos outros&lt;br /&gt;-Preservando a mente&lt;br /&gt;-Protegendo seu coração&lt;br /&gt;-Guardando o corpo&lt;br /&gt;-Procurando o Amor nos lugares certos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começando. no proximo post. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5468852713422008286?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5468852713422008286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5468852713422008286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5468852713422008286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5468852713422008286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-primerinha.html' title='2010. Primerinha!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4380621017592008294</id><published>2009-11-22T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:56:09.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Casa - quase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SwndozgyTcI/AAAAAAAAATo/x0mYZt3CfDM/s1600/Summer-Ver%C3%A3o-+Floripa!+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SwndozgyTcI/AAAAAAAAATo/x0mYZt3CfDM/s200/Summer-Ver%C3%A3o-+Floripa!+179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407096520727219650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;”That’s it”- She thought as she closed her bag’s ziper. She rose her head and glanced around the dark room where she used to live. It was weird to think that she was leaving now. She spent so much weeks to get used to it. And now she was leaving. But life is like this, isnt it? if it wasnt where would be the fun? The fear? That feeling.. Butterflies in our stomach. Haha. She looked to her feet, smiled, looked around again, and closed the door Let’s have some fun!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;-achei, combinou. fim.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Hoje foi a prova uber complicada pra faculdade. GRAW ") já sei que não passei. Ou melhor, é uma QUASE certeza, sabe quando você sente que NÃO foi? Então, não foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Mas we always have the Plan B, right? No meu caso é o plano A forçado a se tornar  plano b por forças maiores chamadas:  pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;Mas eu já entreguei nas mãos de Deus.  - Salmos 27.14 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Espera tu pelo Senhor; anima-te, e fortalece o teu coração; espera, pois, pelo Senhor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho tido tanta preguiça de .. escrever; sério :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso é chato, eu sei. Mas, acontece. Não?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4380621017592008294?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4380621017592008294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4380621017592008294' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4380621017592008294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4380621017592008294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-casa-quase.html' title='De Casa - quase.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SwndozgyTcI/AAAAAAAAATo/x0mYZt3CfDM/s72-c/Summer-Ver%C3%A3o-+Floripa!+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-8319728660719153230</id><published>2009-10-27T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:45:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiamento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nem, nem faço 18 nesse dia 1st de novembro não. Estou ADIANDO pra 1st de JANEIRO de 2010. Isso significa mais lindos 2 meses de sweet SEVENTEEN. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isso. ADIADO! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-8319728660719153230?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/8319728660719153230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=8319728660719153230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8319728660719153230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8319728660719153230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/10/adiamento.html' title='Adiamento.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4224353793397733857</id><published>2009-10-04T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:26:57.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente NÃO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SslZajD61OI/AAAAAAAAATg/IXn6Y6nB5ZY/s1600-h/hesjustnotthat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SslZajD61OI/AAAAAAAAATg/IXn6Y6nB5ZY/s200/hesjustnotthat.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388936741748659426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisti "Ele Não Está Tão Afim de Você"(He's Just Not THAT Into You).&lt;div&gt;Perguntas simples surgiram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Por que sempre nós ficamos mal assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Por que somos sempre nós que temos que, sabe, segurar as pontas pra que nao desabe. (sabe do que eu estou falando?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Por que eles são tão crianças pra umas coisas e mais ainda pra outras?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Por que eles não respondem, no msn, email, cell, orkut e o resto todo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIMPLES: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ele não está tão a fim de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 21px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ponto. Ei, amigo, não adianta rir ou olhar de lado: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; também não está tão afim de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legal, agora que estou escrevendo elas simplesmente sumiram da minha cabeça. O ponto é: o filme é bom. Eu achei MUITO bom, mas não leve tão a fundo minhas opiniões cinematográficas, eu acho quase todos os filmes que vejo MUITO bons. (tá certo assim? essa frase?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas eu vou colar aqui umas citações, leiam !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000106/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000106/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It's exhausting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Hey sorry to bug you again! Uh quick question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Ok I'm making out with this guy, PG stuff. but he mentions he's going out of town so he's gonna be out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: But maybe he is going out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: To where? New Guinea? Where's he gonna be that he's gonna be out of touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Opens bathroom door - Where are you going out of town to again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Pittsburgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Uh. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: There's not gonna be anybody left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;opens the door, thinking it's Bill&lt;/i&gt;] Did you forget something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Really? What did you forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;pulls out a promotional pen from his pocket&lt;/i&gt;] This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: So you came all the way here at 11 o' clock in the night to give me a promotional pen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah... Yeah, I did. I thought I would come up with some really great excuse to get over here. That's how it's done, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;smiles&lt;/i&gt;] Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Look, I can't stop thinking about you. I... It's a problem. I drive by your place; I call and hang up; I've turned into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: But when I was hurling my body onto yours, you did not seem to want to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Okay, yeah, here's the thing about that... You were right. I'd gotten so used to keeping myself at a safe distance from all these women and having the power that, that I didn't know what it felt like when I actually fell for one of them... I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Look, I just went out with your friend Bill. He might be just exactly what I need. No drama, he calls; he does what he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;stepping closer&lt;/i&gt;] I can do that stuff too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: But you didn't! And that same wise person told me that I'm the rule. That I have to stop thinking that every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Alex kisses her&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;smiles&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1045423/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Gigi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ... I'm the exception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519043/" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;whispers&lt;/i&gt;] You are *my* exception.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;they kiss again&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:13px;"&gt;fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4224353793397733857?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4224353793397733857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4224353793397733857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4224353793397733857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4224353793397733857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/10/simplesmente-nao.html' title='Simplesmente NÃO!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SslZajD61OI/AAAAAAAAATg/IXn6Y6nB5ZY/s72-c/hesjustnotthat.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-8048804561576998827</id><published>2009-08-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:20:21.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ANTES DE MAIS NADA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; eu aqui, pedindo perdão. eu continuo fazendo disso um 'diário', certas coisas a gente só escreve no diário. Mas eu não vou apagar, apenas pelo fato de ser uma lembrança. Deixa por aqui pra um dia quem sabe, eu ler.. e rir. De mim. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                               O segundo pedido de perdão vai pela demora em escrever.Não vou dizer que não estou tendo tempo, apesar de estar tudo bem corridinho, mas o problema é a falta de vontade mesmo. Mas não se desespere. Eu sinto a vontade voltando gradualmente conforme os dias vão passando, em progressão aritimética. Quem sabe até consigo voltar a escrever toda a semana? That's the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Exatamente hoje fazem &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;61&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dias que aterrisei aqui no planeta alienígena (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;time passes so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Ele já nem parece tão alienígena assim, as vezes acho que eu sou a alienígena. Toda estranha e diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SpsyUlIAhrI/AAAAAAAAATY/5dtJsxiqCJA/s200/Friends_by_Juliejxk.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945909341292210" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   A maior parte dos meus dias tenho passado na biblioteca, ocupando a cabeça e coenhecendo as novíssimas pessoas que apesar de tudo insistem em falar comigo. Ainda bem! Já aprendo a gostar delas, assim fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Homework é o que não falta. Na verdade o que falta são pessoas. a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; MINHAS&lt;/span&gt; pessoas. Que me conheciam por dentro e as quais eu conhecia por inteiro.  Elas fazem falta todos os dias. Todas as manhãs quand acordo e percebo que não vou encontrá-las, e que o dia em que isso vai acontecer não está nem chegando perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Quem muda de cidade sente. E parece que eu estou à 4646846514km de distancias, não exagero nadinha quando falo que parece que fui parar em outro planeta. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saudade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maldita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela exagera &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;TUDO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;    MONSTERMASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Foi vencido, está sendo vencido aos poucos. Cada dia um pouco mais. Graças a Deus. Ele coloca as pessoas certas nos lugares certos. Inevitavelmente, certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;     F.Bate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: sinto que estou empacada mas sei que estou andando. planos caminhando o A, o B e o C. todos eles caminhando. He Makes Me Strong. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Hoje fiz um simulado enorme. Escrevi uma redação amanha tenho que escrever outra, ai meu protótipo de cerebro escritor está sentindo o peso do trabalho já. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;PEDIDO DO DIA&lt;/span&gt;: Inspiração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;bub :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eram os nossos 21:21, 22:22, 00:00 banhados à lua cheia, nova ou minguante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;Qualquer coisa pra me lembrar de você. - got u mufflin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-8048804561576998827?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/8048804561576998827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=8048804561576998827' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8048804561576998827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8048804561576998827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/08/antes-de-mais-nada-eu-aqui-pedindo.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SpsyUlIAhrI/AAAAAAAAATY/5dtJsxiqCJA/s72-c/Friends_by_Juliejxk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-681434952008517720</id><published>2009-08-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:26:13.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SnZYRS1PC4I/AAAAAAAAATM/JHkiZ9NEEzA/s1600-h/clouds+and.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SnZYRS1PC4I/AAAAAAAAATM/JHkiZ9NEEzA/s320/clouds+and.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365573060194667394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  line-height: 12px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“Lara acordou com a luz da frestinha da janela que entrava. Ela tentou escapar da queles raios de sol quentes e amarelos, sorrindo pra ela. Era alegra demais, quente demais. Claro demais. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ontem eu vi ele de novo. Estavamos tão perto, se eu esticasse a mão tocaria nele, e isso me deixou completamente perdida. Afinal eu queria ou não queria estar com ele? Eu quero ou não quero falar com ele? Eu vou ou não vou falar com ele? Se ao menos eu soubesse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu apenas segui com o plano. Sentindomeu coração batendo forte demais- como se pulsasse sangue para fora do meu peito- eu só desviei. Desviei dos braços, dos pés, das mãos, dos olhos dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fui até um canto que ele não me veria. E ele não me viu mesmo. De lá eu o observei indo e vindo. Por mais que mostre que não , acho que no fundo queria que ele viesse até mim. Acho que.. por mais que diga que não a coisa que eu mais quero no momento é.. ouvir a voz dele.. Falando comigo, me chamando. Mas sou orgulhosa demais pra admitir isso. Então vamos continuar assim. Eu finjo que não te vejo, e você finge que não me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vamos ver quanto tempo eu posso aguentar, até que morramos por inteiro. Ao menos um pro outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje não senti fome. Só dor. É uma dor funda demais. Um buraco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas é acostumável, como a agulha da anestesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se é assim que tem que ser , que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-681434952008517720?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/681434952008517720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=681434952008517720' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/681434952008517720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/681434952008517720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/08/lara-acordou-com-luz-da-frestinha-da.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SnZYRS1PC4I/AAAAAAAAATM/JHkiZ9NEEzA/s72-c/clouds+and.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2591732507519587396</id><published>2009-06-30T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:12:36.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aterrisando no Planeta Alienígena</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;            Quando se está na estrada, ruma à sua nova vida, o que poderia passar pela sa cabeça? O que passaria pelo seu coração? Enquanto preenchia o porta malas e o banco de trás com caixas e malas não via a hora de acabar. Estava até me tornando chata, parecia criança. Só queria que acabasse logo. Que pudesse entrar no carro e chegar logo aqui. Quanto mais cedo saísse, mais cedo chegaria e mais cedo isso acabaria. Me mantinha firme neste pensamento. Agarrada a ele.&lt;br /&gt;           Depois de me despedir do meu tio, fui falar com a minha mãe. Não foi um tchau de verdade, foi mais um: ”ah, até daqui à seis horas, mãe”. E foi recípocro.  Ultimas manifestações de carinho e tchauzinhos, fomos cair na estrada. Só eu e meu avô. O bom de viajar com ele é que ele não fala com você. A não ser se você falar com ele. Acho que herdei isso dele, mas nas devidas proporções, claro. Cada vez que eu cochilava chegávamos num pedágio, INCRIVEL. Parece que os pedágios estavam me seguindo. Como se vissem quando eu dormia e brotassem do chão, só pra me acordar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;       E então o sol começou a descer, e cegar qualquer um que tentasse olhar pro céu. Nessa hora meu coração apertou. Não sei por que. Talvez as lembranças que a palavra &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CREPUSCULO&lt;/span&gt; trazem à minha mente, não sei. Eu só queria uma coisa naquele momento:&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; SALTAR&lt;/span&gt; do carro e voltar correndo. Bater na casa deles e pedir pra ficar lá. Pra sempre, ou quase. Me senti tão bem com ele. Mesmo quando eles não falavam comigo, quando estavam entretidos nas coisas dele, só a presença me acalmava. Meu próprio raio de sol num dia frio. Meu milagre pessoal. Meu amigo. Que até pouco tempo atrás era só mais um conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;        Consegui controlar a vontade de pular no carro dormindo. Não que ajudasse muito, já que era só fechar os olhos pra ver eles, todos eles do planeta natal. Imaginando cenas , eu voltando, todos nós juntos . Parecia até que eu não os via à séculos. Como pessoas fazem tanta falta? Acordei quando cheguei aqui. Entrando pelo portão já consegui ouvir o Theo e o Iago no video- game. Primeiro pensamento foi: "Essa não. Lá vamos nós”. Mas depois, quando abri a porta, só senti eles vindo correndo me abraçar. Uma semana sem vê-los e eles já estão assim? Me senti mal por ter pensado aquele primeiro pensamento e o mudei rapidinho. Entrei e coloquei minhas coisas na cama, levei o pão para a cozinha onde&lt;br /&gt;minha avó estava fazendo um caldo. Invernos, mesmo não tão frios são tão .. QUENTES. Gosto do inverno por isso, acho que as pessoas ficam mais juntas. E tenho medo desses proximos 2 meses de inverno nesse lugar unknown. Im gonna stay all alone. For how long??&lt;br /&gt;        Aproveitei o pão pra mergulhar no caldo e comer um pote cheinho. Mi nha avó disse que isso é ansiedade. ”Por que ela acha que estaria ansiosa? Por quê?” Sorri sarcasticamente por dentro, e obvío que nao disse nada à ela-.” Minha vida quase não mudou nas ultimas 12 horas. Não at all”. O Theo incrivelmente me deixou jogar PS 2. Soccer. E eu até que fui bem, fiz dois gols. . Pensei o quanto isso deixaria o Trident e o Suflair&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; de queixo caído, precisa de muiiiita concentração pra controlar  11 bonequinhos que ficam correndo durante dois tempos de  25 min, sem intervalo.&lt;br /&gt;      O incrível: cumpri as metas de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt; olhar no celular se havia novas mensagens DELE. Eu pensava: vou olhar depois da sopa. e consegui me segurar até &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DEPOIS&lt;/span&gt; da sopa. Isso foi realmente &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;INCRÍVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deu 01:oo am, that means: bub going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Im still a child. Amanhã vai ser um looooondo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Deut. 31.8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2591732507519587396?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2591732507519587396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2591732507519587396' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2591732507519587396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2591732507519587396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/06/aterrisando-no-planeta-alienigena.html' title='Aterrisando no Planeta Alienígena'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5556902545981572221</id><published>2009-05-29T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:30:28.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanilla lace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SiBCLRf0ObI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rSe9UP3oVes/s1600-h/Friends_forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SiBCLRf0ObI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rSe9UP3oVes/s320/Friends_forever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341341919504251314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);   line-height: 12px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu olhei, pensei: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alguém pode pedir&lt;/span&gt;'. Então guardei. Ficou uns dias na gaveta de 'coisas para guardar', mais uns no bolso de fora da mochila do colégio. E ninguem pediu. Já tinha pensado em acabar logo com aquilo, ficar guardando pra nada não é bem, Ú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. at all. Foi aí que olhei no calendário e percebi o fim de semana se aproximando, junto dele: os amigos de nascença. '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Certo, mais 2 dias não matam ninguém'&lt;/span&gt;. Pensando assim, o meti na bolsa e saí pra curtir meu belo fim de semana. Meus irmãos tentaram pegar pra eles mas não deixei. Estava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;reservado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.Só não sabia pra quem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O dia seguinte foi um dia difícil. O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;estaria aqui. Não queria nem pensar nisso, mas era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;inevitável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Como poderia não pensar? Minhas mãos estavam suadas e eu só queria sair correndo. Chegou a hora, e percebi que ele não estava, na verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que bom. –&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outro suspiro de alivio&lt;/span&gt; - Não que eu quisesse retardar o momento. Na verdade eu não queria nem que o momento existisse. Sentei, daquele mau jeito mesmo, tentando estar normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No fim do dia, você apareceu de novo. No meio da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINHA&lt;/span&gt; turma. Uma que não era sua. Não de costume. Nem de nada. Você estava lá entretido com eles. Achei estranho, mas que poderia dizer? Que bom que estava lá né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aí lembrei do que estava guardando. Já estava pensando em pegar pra mim. E então você pediu: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bub, tem chiclete&lt;/span&gt;?'. Acho que fiquei uns cinco seg. parada olhando pra você com cara de paisagem. Então você repetiu a pergunta. Eu parei de tentar arrumar o zíper da bolsa. E peguei no bolso pra você. Entreguei e você ainda disse: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHA, o que eu mais gosto&lt;/span&gt;' não vou te perguntar como ficou a minha cara. Mas por dentro eu tava rindo demais. E assustada. Foi inesperadamente inesperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Era o último, poderia ser seu. Mas então a nova surpresa: '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bub, tó, metadinha&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Acho que um chiclete&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nunca foi tão saboroso, e nunca durou tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5556902545981572221?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5556902545981572221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5556902545981572221' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5556902545981572221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5556902545981572221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanilla-lace.html' title='vanilla lace.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SiBCLRf0ObI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rSe9UP3oVes/s72-c/Friends_forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-250460426179984309</id><published>2009-05-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:20:22.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);   line-height: 12px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Devolta. Reacordando, agora escolhi. Escolhi levantar e parar de ter piedade de mim mesma. Ninguém gosta de gente assim. Eu não gosto de gente assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Acabei de voltar lá de fora. Olhando pela janela, não parecia tão frio assim. Nem tão molhado. Mas só quando se sente o vento cortante com essas gotículas que mais parecem agulhazinhas minúsculas, se percebe quão precioso é este vidro da janela. Que separa o que a gente vê, do que a gente SENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah se meu coração tivesse este vidro. Poderia sentir muito menos. Talvez olhar e não sentir absolutamente nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você está vendo o que está acontecendo? Nós nos entregamos à indiferença. Nada mudou, continuamos como estávamos no final. Nada nos faz rir, nada nos faz chorar. Uma mistura de torpor com indiferença. E eu nem te conheço mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Olá, estranho." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Soffia Catherine, NH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você nem sente nada não é? Isso me irrita tanto. Como uma pessoa pode estar morrendo de um lado a a outra tão..indiferente? Se ao menos você NÃO soubesse, eu poderia entender. Eu poderia aceitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-and so i say i dont care; oh.. it kills me. its a lie that sets ME free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Já falaram que seria difícil. Mas não que seria assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Agradeço todos os dias, quando percebo que acordei. E que na noite passada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; senti você escorregar da minha mente enquanto durmia. Espero ansiosamente o dia em que você saia por inteiro. e ai , poderemos ser bons amigos. e só amigos finalmente. Por mais que você queira. ele vai teimar em ficar ai agarradinho com seus pensamentos mais.. banais. É difícil. acho que este é o tipo de coisa que só melhora com o tempo. Deveriam vender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;TEMPO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;na farmácia.Hoje, eu quase nao pensei em você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E é esse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;QUASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; que me mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: 18px;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque eu sei que do seu lado aí naõ há &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;QUASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; nenhum. É pronto e acabou. Que inveja que eu tenho de você por isso. Decidir esquecer as coisas.. assim, tão facil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas aos poucos, você está sumindo da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SiAzNM2sfZI/AAAAAAAAASI/f8DFqzO6iq4/s320/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PS: without Soffia, it wouldn't be here. Thanks, mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-250460426179984309?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/250460426179984309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=250460426179984309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/250460426179984309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/250460426179984309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotesinais.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SiAzNM2sfZI/AAAAAAAAASI/f8DFqzO6iq4/s72-c/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4989569935340573191</id><published>2009-04-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:14:29.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sinal de vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SfTAfwSZ3wI/AAAAAAAAARg/1b6HZceMY3k/s1600-h/OgAAALkwdxlNiA9WgKUt9DNeZu9BiJr5i1ogZQIcI_RhVHC8_zy0C0q7XZ6b3mG4nBlXIpSxD0u25Y7DCRHSpZ64Dr4Am1T1UN3Dfp5uzQKxI5xoN7tz74pHxjRV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SbhuaLC1a2I/AAAAAAAAARY/feP-zgFZuoI/s400/No_More_Studying_please___by_nippy13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312117156403833698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3394546534309414729?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3394546534309414729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3394546534309414729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3394546534309414729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3394546534309414729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-studying.html' title='no more studying'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SbhuaLC1a2I/AAAAAAAAARY/feP-zgFZuoI/s72-c/No_More_Studying_please___by_nippy13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3188017784721972933</id><published>2009-02-13T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:44:06.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos Para Forks! (cont.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;       Aquilo lá nem foi um POST! Eu sei! Eu sei! Perdão por todos esses dias sem um sinal de vida, não foi planejado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Na verdade, poucas coisas estão sendo planejadas agora. Digo, Nos últimos dias. elas só estão incrivelmente..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACONTECENDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Como todos esses últimos dias desde sexta-feira, está &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;chovendo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;chovendo&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ventando&lt;/span&gt;. E esse nosso bosque aqui na frente não me deixa para de pensar em&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; FORKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          Sim, finalmente comecei a ler o bendito livro-febre. Não que eu queira seguir a tendencia, mas &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TODAS&lt;/span&gt; as meninas leram...E eu já sou meio &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;alienígena&lt;/span&gt; só por ser, naturalmente; imagina se eu não soubesse que raios é o &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt; e seu Clã? Seria exilada! Enfim, o livro estava dando sopa e eu aluguei! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        Acabei dormindo enquando lia, alguém me disse uma vez que dormir é desperdício de tempo. esse alguém está completamente enganado. Dormir é uma benção. lol. E cai no sono mesmo porque estava completamente e literalmente &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RACHADA&lt;/span&gt;. Quebrada. Ginástica Olimpica é osso, e oh que eu não sou nenhuma Dainne do Santos. Nem o mindinho dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              Lindo Livro. Linda História. Agora tenho que ir dormir. gah, amanha &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tiwn's&lt;/span&gt; House :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302462626091324258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SZYhqi71U2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/xqb-J0GM500/s400/bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3188017784721972933?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3188017784721972933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3188017784721972933' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3188017784721972933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3188017784721972933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/02/vamos-para-forks-cont.html' title='Vamos Para Forks! (cont.)'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SZYhqi71U2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/xqb-J0GM500/s72-c/bell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-8666867979163796913</id><published>2009-02-07T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:53:35.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos Para Forks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SY3KZEA6K5I/AAAAAAAAARI/NtzdtEM5r3Q/s1600-h/Forks_by_QueenMaple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SY3KZEA6K5I/AAAAAAAAARI/NtzdtEM5r3Q/s400/Forks_by_QueenMaple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300114868408036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's find an Edward :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-8666867979163796913?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/8666867979163796913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=8666867979163796913' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8666867979163796913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8666867979163796913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/02/vamos-para-forks.html' title='Vamos Para Forks!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SY3KZEA6K5I/AAAAAAAAARI/NtzdtEM5r3Q/s72-c/Forks_by_QueenMaple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3415456622935349224</id><published>2009-01-24T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:21:25.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRESA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SXtLYojE8PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IAKCe2BmY8A/s1600-h/Summer_by_juxxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294908673477636338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SXtLYojE8PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IAKCe2BmY8A/s200/Summer_by_juxxo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá, concordo plenamente se por acaso você pensar que meus post acabam sendo meio contraditórios. Mas é inevitável. Num dia você acorda penando de um jeito e no outro você ri de como pensava no dia anterior. Comédia né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabei de voltar de viagem. Avião pela primeira vez. Mãos suadas, lébios secos e cara de terror mas ao mesmo tempo ansiedade e alegria . CARA: uma coisa que eu NUNCA havia feito! HAHA, foi lindo. foi demais. foi.. normal! As nuvens e pans, tinha hora que eu não sabia se era céu ou se era mar, porque tudo estava da mesma cor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa é uma das surpresas mas a maior de todas mesmo é uma que sem ela, não haveria essa segunda aí em cima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FLORIPA&lt;/span&gt;! é o que eu chamo de &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VIAGEM SURPRESA&lt;/span&gt;! mal havia chegado (chego..?)em casa e fui subtamente convidada a entrar no carro, que não era do meu pai. Fiquei 10 horas na estrada, com meninos pentelhos que não eram os meus irmãos. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;praia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;chuva&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;vento&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;goa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cinema,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;amigos novos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; sol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;água de coco&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lembrancinhas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ondas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;surfistas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOST&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;música&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;guitarra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the number 23&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Farehnheit 09/11&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posse de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Planeta Atlântida&lt;/span&gt;, piscina &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;suja&lt;/span&gt;, piscina &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;limpa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cremes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pedras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fotos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chinelos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SXtMnJLsDZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PiMpw1jJ63c/s1600-h/33707097_VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294910022267702674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SXtMnJLsDZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PiMpw1jJ63c/s200/33707097_VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minhas 2 últimas semanas de férias se resumiram a isso. Longe de casa, essa foi a parte difícil porque sempre bate a saudade, mas a alegria de voltar é maior, então já que vai voltar: &lt;strong&gt;APROVEITA ENQUANTO TÁ LÁ&lt;/strong&gt;! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra coisa marcante nessas semanas foi a quantidade de gringos que eu vi! A maioria : Argentinos, Paraguaios, e Americanos. Acho que nunca ouvi tanto catelhano na minha vida! Provavelmente agora sou fluente. HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem accredito que eu fui. coisas inesperadas, viagem inesperada, amigos inesperados.. tudo muda. Duvide se quiser, nem eu to acreditando que vou dizer isso: vá! se joga! surgiu a oprtunidade, abrace! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o que eu digo: se mudamos mesmo, é nas férias. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mal posso esperar pelo início das aulas, sério mesmo. Tá, ninguém quer ficar acordando cedo, tendo lição de casa e etc. mas eu to muito afim de ver o que Deus tem reservado pra mim , minha familia e meus amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coisas por demais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;INESPERADAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3415456622935349224?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3415456622935349224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3415456622935349224' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3415456622935349224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3415456622935349224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/01/surpresa.html' title='SURPRESA!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SXtLYojE8PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IAKCe2BmY8A/s72-c/Summer_by_juxxo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5733366917476844791</id><published>2009-01-11T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:43:52.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SWquSlcRbAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rEX70DwfwV8/s1600-h/Summer__by_MellyBaldin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290232346611641346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SWquSlcRbAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rEX70DwfwV8/s400/Summer__by_MellyBaldin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tudo parte do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;plano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5733366917476844791?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5733366917476844791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5733366917476844791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5733366917476844791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5733366917476844791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SWquSlcRbAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rEX70DwfwV8/s72-c/Summer__by_MellyBaldin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4956589296675158833</id><published>2009-01-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:32:52.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Primeiro Meme! (: (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Na verdade é uma parte do meme. Vou fazer por partes. porque se não vai demorar muiiito e já é tarde :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peguei este meme daqui oh:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sinopse.org/meme/"&gt;http://sinopse.org/meme/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu quero: mais paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu tenho: amigos de verdade, em número e tamanho que não importa. são Únicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu gostaria de ter: uma máquina de teletransporte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu gostaria de não ter: que voltar pra escola e  encontrar uma classe completamente diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu acho: que a guerra na Faixa de Gaza deveria acabar. E que pessoas morrem em vão. Mas disso todo mundo sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu odeio: nao ter coragem pra fazercertas coisas. e eu nunca tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu sinto saudades: da minha avó. e dos amigos que moram longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu faço: amigos com facilidade desde que eles venham falar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Eu fiz e não faria de novo:&lt;/span&gt; ouvir demais as pessoas que nao tem nada que meter o bedelho na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4956589296675158833?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4956589296675158833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4956589296675158833' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4956589296675158833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4956589296675158833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-primeiro-meme.html' title='Meu Primeiro Meme! (: (:'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3992377650366149708</id><published>2009-01-09T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:07:36.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>férias.com- 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SWf0squXmEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QCfv5NJ5fGY/s1600-h/A_Walk_to_Remember_by_chungsterx%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289465335590131778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SWf0squXmEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QCfv5NJ5fGY/s200/A_Walk_to_Remember_by_chungsterx%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;09.01.2009&lt;/strong&gt;"- E vamos à contagem. só pra isso que eu estou postando mesmo... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamos lá:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;escrever todos os dias, nem que seja no guardanapo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Passar uns dias na casa da Lu :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Passar uns das na casa da Diva ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;make some money (and save it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ir ao cinema ver Crepúsculo! (quem quiser pode convidar! tá? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Tentar chegar aos pés do blog da Diva. Ao dedo mindinho, pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tirar muiiiiiiiita foto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Cobrar e fazer acontecer a tal da voltinha de moto prometida no meu niver por 3 certos amigos maiores de idade. que eu não vou citar. (GBoy- Tiws- Heu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Leeeeeeeer! ah meeeu. o que eu mais quero afinal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rollear por aê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Ter mais lapsos de 'gente extrovertida!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Fazer amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Conversar com Cookie até não poder mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stay away from the cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;UHU. Lista diminuíndo, diminuíndo (: (: yehyeh- quando voltar posto de verdade. oks Diva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bjo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3992377650366149708?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3992377650366149708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3992377650366149708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3992377650366149708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3992377650366149708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/01/friascom-2009_09.html' title='férias.com- 2009'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SWf0squXmEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/QCfv5NJ5fGY/s72-c/A_Walk_to_Remember_by_chungsterx%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-7018621190141204979</id><published>2009-01-02T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:25:18.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>férias.com- 2009</title><content type='html'>''ah, o verão.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02.01.2009&lt;/strong&gt;- eita eita. e já chegou de novo (:&lt;br /&gt;     Agora aqui no recantinho da vovó, tomando&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; leitinho&lt;/span&gt; com &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;groselha&lt;/span&gt; e assistindo novelinhas básicas da &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Globo&lt;/span&gt; (ah, que isso! Todo mundo faz essas coisas mal-conceituadas nas férias vai..admita). E é bom até , só as vezes.&lt;br /&gt;   Hoje a gente lavou o carro aqui. Eu, meus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;irmãos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;baldes&lt;/span&gt; e uma &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mangueira&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA bastou pro &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;segundo dia do ano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ser o mais legal até agora. Como amo estar de férias. Amo meus irmãos, apesar de tudo.(a quem tem irmão sabe. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pentelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;enxedores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;saco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;leitores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;diários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;alheios&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;   Eu fiquei meio sem saber o que fazer, nesses dias com tantas horas vagas a gente fica até meio perdido. Como pode?&lt;br /&gt; o bom são essas coisas que aparecem do nada, vou ajudar meu irmão a montar o lava-rápido da &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hot Whells&lt;/span&gt; aqui. HA :D:D&lt;br /&gt;      té mais :*:*&lt;br /&gt;   Bjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bub&lt;/span&gt;- mais que feliz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7018621190141204979?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7018621190141204979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7018621190141204979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7018621190141204979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7018621190141204979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2009/01/friascom-2009.html' title='férias.com- 2009'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5652057244067535048</id><published>2008-12-23T16:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:12:39.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nataaaal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SVGI8UfLixI/AAAAAAAAAP4/S_sToq259w8/s1600-h/2ab3850a8a48fb1b6be81194eeb24257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283154407755320082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SVGI8UfLixI/AAAAAAAAAP4/S_sToq259w8/s320/2ab3850a8a48fb1b6be81194eeb24257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SVGImDMKeII/AAAAAAAAAPw/PjajOSSfMK0/s1600-h/2ab3850a8a48fb1b6be81194eeb24257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;''Já chegou o Natal! Hoje tem festa no céu! Anjos cantando, trombetas soando. Já chegou o Natal''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essas músicas que a gente aprende quando é pequetucho. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Natal &lt;/span&gt;é tão&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; lindo&lt;/span&gt; e tão legal! Mas eu lembro que demorava mais pra chegar e a chegada era sempre &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TCHARAAAM&lt;/span&gt;!. Eu sabia que o natal estava chegando e ficava &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;esperando&lt;/span&gt; por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Esse ano veio tão &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;de repente&lt;/span&gt;..'' Nossa! O natal é essa semana já!' Mas que coisa né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Comida&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Família&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Presentes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hinos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Orações&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Primos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tios.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tias&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Vinho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nárnia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, sensação booooooa; clima legaaaaaal. mesmo que tenha durado um pouco menos que dos outros anos. que tenha chegado assim, rápido demais. ainda assim é bom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Aproveite o Natal, aproveite a sua família. Esquece a correria e os presentes. O que importa tá por dentro. E você sabe vai! Parece clichê mas é a pura &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;verdade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Natal verdadeiro é a história de amor, é Cristo promessa de Deus. Veio sal var se dando por nós. Natal verdadeiro. Natal verdadeiro é Jesus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(viva ao Coral Jovem!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bjos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5652057244067535048?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5652057244067535048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5652057244067535048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5652057244067535048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5652057244067535048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/12/nataaaal.html' title='Nataaaal!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SVGI8UfLixI/AAAAAAAAAP4/S_sToq259w8/s72-c/2ab3850a8a48fb1b6be81194eeb24257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-7724222958916908556</id><published>2008-12-21T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:31:35.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uêêêpaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SU72tcDQ1fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y7zsKqz3Zrw/s1600-h/Summer_by_immortalFrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SU72tcDQ1fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y7zsKqz3Zrw/s200/Summer_by_immortalFrog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430673436595698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OFICIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fééééééériaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaaaah o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;verão&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa sensação de  '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU POSSO FAZER TUDO AGORA&lt;/span&gt;!'. Tem coisa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo para fazer o que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eeeu&lt;/span&gt; quero! :D Tempo praa fazer o que outras pessoas querem que eu faça, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ajudar&lt;/span&gt;! Tempo pra não fazer nada. Tempo pra tentar fazer tudo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;! (assistir as série da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Warner&lt;/span&gt; começando com &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as 9h, tomando café e começando a escrever no diário! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse sentimento de tédio total, fala a verdade também é bom vai. Não ser obrigado a fazer o que não gosta. e me disseram uma vez: Tédio? Que nada, isso se chama &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LIBERDADE&lt;/span&gt; (HOO, touché, Ivan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sei que fui lá na &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lu&lt;/span&gt; e peguei muiiiiiiiitos livros emprestados.  i hope i'm gonna read all of them! :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tá, postagens diárias? hunm pode até ser. mas não to promentendo, até porque quase que não posto hoje. o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DGuardian &lt;/span&gt;me deu uma luz sem querer e tchururu vim escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já fui an casa da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt; também. e isso significa primeiras promessas cumpridas ein. a mas que exemplo! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;então, a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tualizando&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;escrever todos os dias, nem que seja no guardanapo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;make some money&lt;/span&gt; (and save it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Ir ao cinema ver Crepúsculo! (quem quiser pode convidar! tá? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Tentar chegar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;aos pés &lt;/span&gt;do blog da Diva. Ao dedo mindinho, pode ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Tirar muiiiiiiiita &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;foto&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Cobrar e fazer acontecer a tal da voltinha de moto prometida no meu niver por 3 certos amigos maiores de idade. que eu não vou citar. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;GBoy&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;Tiws&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;Heu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Leeeeeeeer! ah meeeu. o que eu mais quero afinal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Rollear por aê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Ter mais lapsos de '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;gente extrovertida&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Fazer amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Conversar com Cookie até não poder mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Stay away from the cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vou lá ler! :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bjooo guys. :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bub*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7724222958916908556?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7724222958916908556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7724222958916908556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7724222958916908556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7724222958916908556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='uêêêpaaaaa!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SU72tcDQ1fI/AAAAAAAAAPo/y7zsKqz3Zrw/s72-c/Summer_by_immortalFrog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2108848984221848540</id><published>2008-12-16T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:04:32.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não dá pra Fazer tudoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUhdW13jHDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OpG5a1Ik8S0/s1600-h/the_colors_of_autumn_by_julkusiowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280573210090478642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUhdW13jHDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OpG5a1Ik8S0/s200/the_colors_of_autumn_by_julkusiowa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu, agora por exemplo: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--estou tentando ajudar meu irmão jogando o joguinho dele no &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ClubPenguin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--escrever no meu &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--começar um &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;experimento&lt;/span&gt; num site por aqui. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até agora to indo bem nos &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;três&lt;/span&gt;. mas não é essa a questão. a questão é que não dá pra fazer tudo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria justamente escrever um texto sobre isso e achei um pronto :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supeeeer né? Alguém que nem conhecemos que pensa &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;exatamente como nós&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está aqui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amanda.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://amanda.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha nova Ídola. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bub*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PS- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sem ciúme Diva! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS 2&lt;/span&gt;- Não se enganem, eu vou escrever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2108848984221848540?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2108848984221848540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2108848984221848540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2108848984221848540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2108848984221848540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-d-pra-fazer-tudoo.html' title='Não dá pra Fazer tudoo!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUhdW13jHDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OpG5a1Ik8S0/s72-c/the_colors_of_autumn_by_julkusiowa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4621968583218653300</id><published>2008-12-14T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:35:59.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the falling rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUWy7XYptnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VHkNmYAg9p0/s1600-h/Where_Are_You_Now__by_Iza87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUWy7XYptnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VHkNmYAg9p0/s320/Where_Are_You_Now__by_Iza87.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279822871121213042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUWw8PH5KxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9Ft6UfOpoMQ/s1600-h/Where_Are_You_Now__by_Iza87.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"O que eu posso dizer? Sinto falta dos seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nada mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como prover tanto amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nada mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Palavras são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; lindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, tá certo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas eu quero dar algo mais para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; que uma canção de amor pode dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; que um sentimento como este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; que a luz acima da calçada que você anda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; que palavras podem explicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; que uma chuva caindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; que os raios de sol em cima do seu rosto lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Apenas mais uma canção de amor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More Than A Love Song- Augustana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the Cookies, upon my shelf &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bub *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4621968583218653300?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4621968583218653300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4621968583218653300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4621968583218653300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4621968583218653300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-rain.html' title='the falling rain..'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUWy7XYptnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VHkNmYAg9p0/s72-c/Where_Are_You_Now__by_Iza87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2467741247454546885</id><published>2008-12-10T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:35:25.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>madrugada a dentro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUB74NllfTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T0ZWD19r0tI/s1600-h/ATgAAABVS0iGAQczbVxv0xipgagXjBAc-pMDlIgb0Wn01VQSgZV8pki5w7eJ5GzA0qipJjIkHO2lEiTHlI6XpX6P1KL2AJtU9VDb5bB5iE1iBO_lOasGkK-iur_XQQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUB74NllfTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T0ZWD19r0tI/s200/ATgAAABVS0iGAQczbVxv0xipgagXjBAc-pMDlIgb0Wn01VQSgZV8pki5w7eJ5GzA0qipJjIkHO2lEiTHlI6XpX6P1KL2AJtU9VDb5bB5iE1iBO_lOasGkK-iur_XQQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278354968928419122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, faz realmente muito tempo que eu não entro. não posto, nem vejo nada aqui no blog.&lt;div&gt;é minha gente. é o que as tais das provas finais causam nas pessoas que não nasceram com o dom de serem bons alunos de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FÍSICA&lt;/span&gt; (ainda me pergunto se alguém nasceu com isso!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só que quando não se tem nada para fazer e não se pode deitar porque o cabelo está úmido,isso não é legal, as pessoas ficam assim. Escrevendo. As idéias vagando. Fuçando nos arquivos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;velhos&lt;/span&gt;.. vendo textos velhos. Sabia que quando eu tinha &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; anos comecei a escrever um livro? Chamava  ' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Patinho Mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', tá. uma imitação barata de '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Patinho Feio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' que eu tinha acabado de ler, mas enfim, eu comecei. Escrevi três parágrafos. Deveria ter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;continuado&lt;/span&gt; né? Que será que teríamos agora? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. Eu queria poder lembra de tudo. De tudo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;. Todos os dias da minha vida até agora. Acho que é por isso que eu faço diários. E por isso que tem umas trocentas '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;aixas-impermeáveis&lt;/span&gt;' (como eu as batizei), espalhadas pelo meu quarto. Só pra não esquecer. Quero só ver o dia que eu tiver que jogar tudo isso fora. Vou chorar tanto. OU não né? Ou eu vou estar nevosa e taca tudo pela janela mesmo.. Vai saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu pai tossiu. acho que ele está acordado ainda. E acho que o tectec do teclado não tá deixando ele dormir. melhor sair né? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;psiiiiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Câmbio Desligo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bub&lt;/span&gt;! (Louca pra ver o dia que vou assinar como eu mesmo. afinal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2467741247454546885?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2467741247454546885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2467741247454546885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2467741247454546885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2467741247454546885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/12/madrugada-dentro.html' title='madrugada a dentro.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUB74NllfTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T0ZWD19r0tI/s72-c/ATgAAABVS0iGAQczbVxv0xipgagXjBAc-pMDlIgb0Wn01VQSgZV8pki5w7eJ5GzA0qipJjIkHO2lEiTHlI6XpX6P1KL2AJtU9VDb5bB5iE1iBO_lOasGkK-iur_XQQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-373002923145724006</id><published>2008-12-10T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:19:18.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quase férias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUB4iw0FJrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GHmNnRBp9gs/s1600-h/_skate_by_Narcissisma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUB4iw0FJrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GHmNnRBp9gs/s200/_skate_by_Narcissisma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278351301892449970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pré-férias.&lt;div&gt;Ainda nem é oficial, então não se pode falar que é certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos para as férias&lt;/span&gt; (que provavelmente eu não cumpra, mas vai saber né?) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;escrever todos os dias, nem que seja no guardanapo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Passar uns dias na casa da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lu&lt;/span&gt; :):):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Passar uns das na casa da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Diva &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;make some money&lt;/span&gt; (and save it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Ir ao cinema ver Crepúsculo! (quem quiser pode convidar! tá? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Tentar chegar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aos pés &lt;/span&gt;do blog da Diva. Ao dedo mindinho, pode ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Tirar muiiiiiiiita &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foto&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Cobrar e fazer acontecer a tal da voltinha de moto prometida no meu niver por 3 certos amigos maiores de idade. que eu não vou citar. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GBoy&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tiws&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Heu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Leeeeeeeer! ah meeeu. o que eu mais quero afinal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Rollear por aê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Ter mais lapsos de '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gente extrovertida&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Fazer amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Conversar com Cookie até não poder mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Stay away from the cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivaaaa o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;verãããão! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a, mais pra frente eu arranjo mais coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-373002923145724006?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/373002923145724006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=373002923145724006' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/373002923145724006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/373002923145724006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/12/quase-frias.html' title='quase férias.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SUB4iw0FJrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GHmNnRBp9gs/s72-c/_skate_by_Narcissisma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-710026737600397235</id><published>2008-10-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:11:32.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ê beleza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SQZKTd1_eUI/AAAAAAAAALU/2iFWAq6SNHU/s1600-h/no_time_for_feet___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261974912918059330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SQZKTd1_eUI/AAAAAAAAALU/2iFWAq6SNHU/s400/no_time_for_feet___by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Sua vida, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUA&lt;/span&gt; decisão'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aaaargh, outra palavra que me assusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DECISÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que droga é essa? caraca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudança e decisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;odeio&lt;/span&gt; vocês ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando alguem te mandar decidir algo, vá por você. SÓ por você! é realmente SUA vida e SUA decisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém vai poder te ajudar. Sério. Pára, vai dar uma volta, coloca uma música bem ALTA, se tranca no seu quarto, leia a Bíblia e o mais importante ORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não peça a opiniao dos outros..&lt;br /&gt;uma porque eles falarão: 'Você é quem sabe' (ou que sabe sei lá.)&lt;br /&gt;e outra porque se não falarem isso, puxarão a 'sardinha' pro lado deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não importa o que vc escolha, esquece, não tente agradar a todos. NUNCA vai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é feio fala isso mas seja EGOÍSTA. ao menos uma vez. só dessa vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;termino depois....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bub*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-710026737600397235?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/710026737600397235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=710026737600397235' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/710026737600397235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/710026737600397235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/10/beleza.html' title='ê beleza...'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SQZKTd1_eUI/AAAAAAAAALU/2iFWAq6SNHU/s72-c/no_time_for_feet___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-8622577068716867838</id><published>2008-10-20T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:31:46.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SP0nS9APdEI/AAAAAAAAALM/0ldpdrcqThA/s1600-h/Fraternal_Twins_by_ahermin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259403146405311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SP0nS9APdEI/AAAAAAAAALM/0ldpdrcqThA/s400/Fraternal_Twins_by_ahermin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Don't say so long, and throw yourself wrog.Don't spin today away, 'cause today will soon be Gone, like yesterday is gone Like history is gone. Just try and prove me wrong and pretend like you're &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;immortal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;        She said, he said, live like no tomorrow. Everyday we borrow brings usone step closer to the edge. Infinity.&lt;em&gt;Where's your &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treasure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, where's your &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;? If you &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;get the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lose your soul?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;She pretends like she pretends like she's immortal&lt;br /&gt;We are not infinite. &lt;em&gt;We are not permanent&lt;/em&gt; .Nothing is immediate. We are&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; so confident in our accomplishments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.Look at our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;decadence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Life is more than money&lt;/em&gt;, time was never money.Time was never cash, life is still more than girls.Life is more than hundred dollar bills and roto-tom fills.Life is more than fame and rock and roll and thrills, All the riches of the kings end up in wills. We've got information in the information agebut do &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;we know what life is&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; outside&lt;/span&gt; of our convenient &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lexus cages&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that we borrow &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;brings us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;closer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;to a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; who's not short of cash.&lt;br /&gt;         Hey Bono, I'm glad you asked.&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is still worth living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, Life is still worth living.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is more that we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bub*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-8622577068716867838?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/8622577068716867838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=8622577068716867838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8622577068716867838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8622577068716867838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-gone.html' title='is gone'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SP0nS9APdEI/AAAAAAAAALM/0ldpdrcqThA/s72-c/Fraternal_Twins_by_ahermin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-7850304792584325120</id><published>2008-10-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:01:23.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SPKqCT-6ZWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pZi0YqSQARM/s1600-h/aa899afea14d4d805c15ec15b491750f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256450671795397986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SPKqCT-6ZWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pZi0YqSQARM/s400/aa899afea14d4d805c15ec15b491750f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Under ur wings tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Make me so perfect in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR &lt;/span&gt;eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7850304792584325120?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7850304792584325120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7850304792584325120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7850304792584325120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7850304792584325120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-me.html' title='Take Me'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SPKqCT-6ZWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pZi0YqSQARM/s72-c/aa899afea14d4d805c15ec15b491750f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2985499956656689656</id><published>2008-10-04T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:50:44.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vira, desvira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SOgp76ZkMpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rOgDtgTHtqk/s1600-h/Naty+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de ponta cabeça, no sentido certo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253495074593190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SOgp76ZkMpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rOgDtgTHtqk/s400/Naty+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque O caminho de Deus parece&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; loucura&lt;/span&gt; para os homens.&lt;br /&gt;Ele escreve &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;certo&lt;/span&gt; por linhas &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;certas&lt;/span&gt;.. Nós é que estamos&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; tortos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Só temos que olhar do lado certo. (:&lt;br /&gt;Seu plano é &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PERFEITO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bub*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2985499956656689656?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2985499956656689656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2985499956656689656' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2985499956656689656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2985499956656689656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/10/vira-desvira.html' title='Vira, desvira.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SOgp76ZkMpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rOgDtgTHtqk/s72-c/Naty+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3711573320283175206</id><published>2008-09-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:00:20.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing U!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SN2hr-aCkdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2mN-xSpTdbM/s1600-h/people+always+leave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250530517442531794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SN2hr-aCkdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2mN-xSpTdbM/s400/people+always+leave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3711573320283175206?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3711573320283175206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3711573320283175206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3711573320283175206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3711573320283175206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-u.html' title='Missing U!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SN2hr-aCkdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2mN-xSpTdbM/s72-c/people+always+leave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-691368417818999963</id><published>2008-09-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:28:24.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SMSNX2mfydI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TVd1Lg3Cqtw/s1600-h/hug__by_Defies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243471307099589074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="287" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SMSNX2mfydI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TVd1Lg3Cqtw/s320/hug__by_Defies.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SMSBH7KMVqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bMbvHkrfXpk/s1600-h/Where_Are_You_Now__by_Iza87.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mais dificil é saber que&lt;/span&gt; é verdadeiro &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e não poder sentir&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ver que&lt;/span&gt; o outro sente o mesmo..&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas não é&lt;/span&gt; por ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E ter que&lt;/span&gt; esconder &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e nao poder&lt;/span&gt; demonstrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentir &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pra voce fazer o outro&lt;/span&gt; acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Platônico até pode ser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Platônico mais do que eu deveria&lt;/span&gt; sentir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; gosto &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tanto&lt;/span&gt; de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que até&lt;/span&gt; prefiro &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;deixar&lt;br /&gt;assim &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ficar&lt;/span&gt; subentendido&lt;br /&gt;como uma idéia&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tem &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a menor&lt;/span&gt; pretenção de acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;acho &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;isso&lt;/span&gt; tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de ser abstrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; baby&lt;br /&gt;a beleza &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é mesmo tão fulgaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gosto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tanto de&lt;/span&gt; você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que até&lt;/span&gt; prefiro &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;deixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; assim&lt;/span&gt; ficar subentendido&lt;br /&gt;é&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;idéia &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que existe na cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;pois que seja fraqueza então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A alegria &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que me dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;isso&lt;/span&gt; vai &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sem eu dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se amanhã não for nada disso,&lt;br /&gt;caberá só a mim esquecer&lt;br /&gt;(e eu vou sobreviver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O que &lt;/span&gt;eu ganho, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o que&lt;/span&gt; eu perco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ninguém precisa saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*bubble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-691368417818999963?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/691368417818999963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=691368417818999963' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/691368417818999963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/691368417818999963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/09/ai.html' title='Ai.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SMSNX2mfydI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TVd1Lg3Cqtw/s72-c/hug__by_Defies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3176208989785061116</id><published>2008-08-22T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:04:24.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas Caras- Duas Metades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SK99sw_oQnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/b654dr-MH8w/s1600-h/tWinS_by_ShandyRp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237543099674673778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SK99sw_oQnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/b654dr-MH8w/s320/tWinS_by_ShandyRp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SK96YuWORCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zwp9lRFLTcY/s1600-h/Wierd_Face_by_XveveX.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Pouco tempo atrás eu descobri que dentro de mim existem duas personagens:&lt;br /&gt;   A primeira é a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;just bub&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;),ela é tímida,medrosa e neurótica,é ela que me faz continuar andando,ela se acha meio feia e quase sempre está triste,ela não tem muitas amigas não,sempre se acha inferior,e quer que eu estude muito, odeia que eu saia de casa.&lt;br /&gt;A outra eu chamo de &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SB&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;super bub&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;) .Putz, como ela é diferente.Ela é metida e fala pelos cotovelos,adora dar sua opinião e ama festas,é rodeada de amigos e está sempre de bom-humor,adora falar dos outros e odeia estudar,ela é quem quer que eu pare de me preocupar e vá aproveitar a vida,e ela tem "atitude".&lt;br /&gt;As duas ficam dentro de mim,uma pertinho do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;,a outra ao lado da &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;Elas não se metem muito uma na vida da outra,até porque,elas quase nunca se encontram,onde uma está a outra não está.O problema é quando eu resolvo &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;refletir&lt;/span&gt; - e isso quase sempre acontece-,aí,as duas vão ao extremo,uma querendo ficar sobre a outra,e então,o 'circo pega fogo',e na minha cabeça e no meu coração fica uma &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;confusão&lt;/span&gt; danada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que todo mundo tem dessas dentro,normalmente só uma,eu é que tenho duas.Mas as pessoas não sabem disso,não,elas chamam de personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;por hoje é só.:D&lt;br /&gt;Notas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; sim sim, os nomes são esses pqe eu não estou tendo muitas idéias..sugestões?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bub&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3176208989785061116?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3176208989785061116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3176208989785061116' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3176208989785061116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3176208989785061116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/08/duas-caras-duas-metades.html' title='Duas Caras- Duas Metades'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SK99sw_oQnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/b654dr-MH8w/s72-c/tWinS_by_ShandyRp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-7784310451123584711</id><published>2008-08-20T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:52:22.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SKytOAkl_MI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lP05Jq-6yBk/s1600-h/1f343e72bec02d7760424b0a37cd1f1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236750922908302530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SKytOAkl_MI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lP05Jq-6yBk/s400/1f343e72bec02d7760424b0a37cd1f1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de um recesso do tamanho das minhas férias em pleno período de aulas lá vai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o tempo tá voando! Não, ele ESTÁ voando,e nada que a gente faça pode pará-lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entãão,eu já ouvi muuuito falar que tem que aproveitar cada segundo da vida,ser feliz,fazer oq quiser (a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SB&lt;/span&gt; concordar!).Mas,será?!(&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JB &lt;/span&gt;entra em cena) eu não concordo.Não discordo,mas não concordo. Como eu faço inglês e ginastica,a única coisa que eu faço da vida é estudar/comer/dormir/estudar de novo/me alongare dar estrelinhas/ igreja ,basicamente isso,e sabe que um dia uma amiga virou pra mim e me disse : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;poxa,você não faz nada da vida! Só estuda, estuda, e vai para igreja,parece até que vai virá freira!! A gente no cinema,aproveitando,e você não pode pq vai ter programção lá,não pode sair porque vai ter que estudar, Você acha isso bom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu fiquei sem respostas. A verdade é que ela estava certa,e,eu bem queria ir no cinema com elas todos os findes, comer brigadeiro sem culpa a tarde todaa e poder ficar a tarde toda dormindo também ou no PC.Mas será que vale a pena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É.Dizem que a &lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt; é curta e precisa ser aproveitada,mas acho que uma coisa é aproveitada a outra é bem vivida. Assim,sair,assistir filme,ir no clube,dançar,beijar,uma vida só com isso,é uma &lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt; boa?!Não,eu não acho.Tudo bem,que devemos curtir,mas,se ficamos &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;só curtindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,a &lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt; pede o sentido! Pra que você vai acordar no sábado se você não vai fazer nada?Pra que você vai embora da escola se você não tem nenhum compromisso?Sabe,eu acho que aproveitar a vida não é se jogar, é dar um sentido a ela.E o sentido da minha vida por enquanto é &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;estudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e ter um relacionamento &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; com Deus ,se as outras pessoas acham que sair/dançar/beber é dar um sentido a vida,eu não acho (:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SKypt5ew6JI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0dslDQCxj2E/s1600-h/querida_amiga___by_pattryccia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236747072714107026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SKypt5ew6JI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0dslDQCxj2E/s400/querida_amiga___by_pattryccia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra quem dizer que eu não curto,eu curto sim,só que em horas certas e as coisas certas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Notas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.Amanhã eu não posto,prova de física!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;eu sei que muita gente discorda de mim,porfavor comentem,é bom ver dos dois lados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.Sou só eu ou vocês também acham que meu blog deveria ser mais 'diário'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bub*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7784310451123584711?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7784310451123584711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7784310451123584711' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7784310451123584711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7784310451123584711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vita.html' title='Viva la Vita'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SKytOAkl_MI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lP05Jq-6yBk/s72-c/1f343e72bec02d7760424b0a37cd1f1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-6919111623825285996</id><published>2008-08-05T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:21:16.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeey High School! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SJj7YGc8UbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EjOz0BMC490/s1600-h/High_School_ICAN__by_cippow25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231207358658269618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="265" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SJj7YGc8UbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EjOz0BMC490/s400/High_School_ICAN__by_cippow25.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta à escola! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É! Por mais incrivelmente incrível que possa parecer eu estou feliz por voltar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou animadaaa para voltar! (:&lt;br /&gt;Espero que isso aconteça com todos! até os mais 'sobrecarregados' com seu último semestre de escola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já volto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bubble**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Salmos 86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me, SENHOR, o teu &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;caminho&lt;/span&gt;, e andarei na tua &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;verdade&lt;/span&gt;; une o meu coração ao temor do teu nome.&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;Louvar-te-ei, Senhor Deus meu, com todo o meu coração, e &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;glorificarei&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;teu&lt;/span&gt; nome para &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-6919111623825285996?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/6919111623825285996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=6919111623825285996' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6919111623825285996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6919111623825285996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/08/heeeey-high-school.html' title='Heeeey High School! (:'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SJj7YGc8UbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EjOz0BMC490/s72-c/High_School_ICAN__by_cippow25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4956732278428043735</id><published>2008-07-25T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:30.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo- Day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SIqdqNY5ejI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o99Ob_kNnqY/s1600-h/Direction_by_turnstylepoet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227163665991039538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="144" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SIqdqNY5ejI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o99Ob_kNnqY/s320/Direction_by_turnstylepoet.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Nossos planos, são enganos se não forem planejados por Deus'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; pray&lt;/span&gt;.. and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;bub*&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SIqVng_EJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ntfCJIDjsc4/s1600-h/ATcAAAD9m9pwXQk12uwXQmqiTAI4FNCQVAtNuGyyAQ7lKJyU8KAvJZi_x6D9UJQn5sD9njGfItZ7dWmUgTE6yPDr7Mr7AJtU9VCb9vfy5VQrp1s0v5FtOpTFXIWtpA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4956732278428043735?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4956732278428043735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4956732278428043735' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4956732278428043735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4956732278428043735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dirio-de-bordo-day-27.html' title='Diário de Bordo- Day 27'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SIqdqNY5ejI/AAAAAAAAAJc/o99Ob_kNnqY/s72-c/Direction_by_turnstylepoet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-608307699579778732</id><published>2008-07-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:15:26.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo- Day 13 (nem tão diário assim...)</title><content type='html'>1 semana&lt;br /&gt;3 cidades&lt;br /&gt;9 cachoeiras&lt;br /&gt;e. ainda nao acabou :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu nao esteja com tempo, mas a inspiração, sinceramente, deve ter tirado férias tbm. :/&lt;br /&gt;Para ficar muiiito tempo ausente, texto 'a la' amigo (somos amigos(?)) blogueiro, escritoor (heeey meeestre!) Lucas Oriel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Doppelgänger:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lágrimas falsas podem machucar os outros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrisos falsos podem machucar a si mesmo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a verdade é dolorosa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; por isso, ele manteve-se em silêncio. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O silêncio que impede a corrupção das palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. É uma decisão tola guardar os desejos para si, e o medo é uma tolice, e todos somos uns idiotas. Sempre existem pedaços deixados para trás no caminho, sempre existem fotografias velhas na gaveta. Onde estava aquele homem, não saberia dizer. Se há quilômetros de distância ou dentro de sua mente, corroendo-a, destruindo-a. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ele sabia. Tinha de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Eram óbvias demais as palavras, diretos os olhares, para que fosse tão estúpido. Ou&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;ignorante, como quem ignora.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A dúvida é o maior artifício do demônio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;postado por Lucas Oriel às &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://orielwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/07/virus-dpplgngr-n.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23:47&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; em 08/07/2008 "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-608307699579778732?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/608307699579778732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=608307699579778732' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/608307699579778732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/608307699579778732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dirio-de-bordo-day-13-nem-to-dirio.html' title='Diário de Bordo- Day 13 (nem tão diário assim...)'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5929933293403930556</id><published>2008-07-05T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:30.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo- Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(é, vamos hoje mas ainda não saímos..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resumão das férias (o que eu espero delas!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando voltar, veremos o que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALMENTE&lt;/span&gt; aconteceu! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219525168762902962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 541px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SG96fJxS2bI/AAAAAAAAAII/ftNm8WbWLM0/s400/Imagem1.gif" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5929933293403930556?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5929933293403930556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5929933293403930556' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5929933293403930556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5929933293403930556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/07/dirio-de-bordo-day-7.html' title='Diário de Bordo- Day 7'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SG96fJxS2bI/AAAAAAAAAII/ftNm8WbWLM0/s72-c/Imagem1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2688082449709450779</id><published>2008-07-04T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T05:59:04.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo- Day 6</title><content type='html'>amanha a gente viaja :)))&lt;br /&gt;apesar de não saber quando vou escrever de novo, eu não estou muito afim de escrever. vou colocar uma musiquinha aquiii :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3-W5qYQVRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C3-W5qYQVRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração dos meus sonhos, não quero acordar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar só contigo, não vou poder voar.&lt;br /&gt;Por que parar pra refletir se meu reflexo é você?&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo uma só vida, compartilhando prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Por que parece que na hora não vou agüentar,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sempre tive força e nunca parei de lutar?&lt;br /&gt;Como num filme &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no final tudo vai dar certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que disse que pra tá junto precisa tá&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrão):&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tô pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;E me diz&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá, pra eu ver que juntos estamos&lt;br /&gt;E te falar&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez que te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que passamos juntos vai ficar pra sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Intimidades, brincadeiras, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;só a gente entende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem fala que namorar é perder tempo eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;Ha muito tempo eu não cresci o que eu cresci contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos no balanço da rede, sob o céu estrelado,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acontece, o tempo pará quando eu tô do seu&lt;br /&gt;lado.&lt;br /&gt;A noite chega eu fecho os olhos e é você que eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Como queria estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; eu paro e faço um desejo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tô pensando em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O que eu quero te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Vem prá cá, pra eu ver que juntos estamos&lt;br /&gt;E te falar&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez que te amo (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez que te amo.&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2688082449709450779?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2688082449709450779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2688082449709450779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2688082449709450779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2688082449709450779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-6.html' title='Diário de Bordo- Day 6'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-7228685311682413472</id><published>2008-06-30T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:31.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo- Day 2</title><content type='html'>Assistindo &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZTCGl3tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/49VSeW8mlto/s1600-h/4003_12382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217870195546513106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZTCGl3tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/49VSeW8mlto/s200/4003_12382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Danny é lindo e morre :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o Ben Affleck é muito mala :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Evelyn deveria ficar com o Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oksss, acabando a parte romantica e fútil do filme:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A amizade deles é linda.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6sYHYaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hZU-RbqNljQ/s1600-h/4003_8043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217870876909199778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6sYHYaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hZU-RbqNljQ/s200/4003_8043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Morrer é fácil, o difícil é viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amar é fácil, esquecer é difícil. (tadinha da Evelyn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ter medo é normal, ignorar..evitar é fácil, encarar é difícil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZTX2JW0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dp_1IhfhPso/s1600-h/josh_hartnett_pearl_harbor_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217870201383115586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZTX2JW0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dp_1IhfhPso/s200/josh_hartnett_pearl_harbor_001.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ver filmes é normaaaal. chorar neles é... feio demais? :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6tVibkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkyEof1Pm4w/s1600-h/pic29358.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmWVyvY8xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EBt8QXoq5Cw/s1600-h/PearlHarbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmWVyvY8xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EBt8QXoq5Cw/s1600-h/PearlHarbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6tVibkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkyEof1Pm4w/s1600-h/pic29358.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6tVibkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkyEof1Pm4w/s1600-h/pic29358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217870877166825026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6tVibkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkyEof1Pm4w/s200/pic29358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6tVibkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkyEof1Pm4w/s1600-h/pic29358.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmWVyvY8xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EBt8QXoq5Cw/s1600-h/PearlHarbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZ6tVibkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XkyEof1Pm4w/s1600-h/pic29358.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmWVyvY8xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EBt8QXoq5Cw/s1600-h/PearlHarbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmWVyvY8xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EBt8QXoq5Cw/s1600-h/PearlHarbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217866944427389714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="156" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmWVyvY8xI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EBt8QXoq5Cw/s320/PearlHarbor.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7228685311682413472?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7228685311682413472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7228685311682413472' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7228685311682413472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7228685311682413472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirio-de-bordo-day-2.html' title='Diário de Bordo- Day 2'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGmZTCGl3tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/49VSeW8mlto/s72-c/4003_12382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5537772485070422415</id><published>2008-06-29T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:41:27.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo- Day 1</title><content type='html'>Viva férias!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. primeiro post fora de casa. na verdade só escrevendo pra continuar depois poq eu sei que se deixar pra COOMEÇAR depois eu nao começo! :P&lt;br /&gt;to aqui na casa de uma amiga Cléts. supeeer legal. mas depois escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: procurar significado da palavra DEPOIS no graaande Aurélio's da silva.. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5537772485070422415?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5537772485070422415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5537772485070422415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5537772485070422415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5537772485070422415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirio-de-bordo-day-1.html' title='Diário de Bordo- Day 1'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3399352617434983238</id><published>2008-06-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:32.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGG3b_m5CdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kwZpUADYbSs/s1600-h/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215651535030651346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGG3b_m5CdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kwZpUADYbSs/s320/images%5B5%5D.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achei outra frase.. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"-&lt;em&gt;Você pode votar com 16,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ir para a guerra aos 18,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vc pode beber aos 21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e se aposentar aos 65.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                              Então,qual a idade você tem que ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                              antes que seu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; seja &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3399352617434983238?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3399352617434983238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3399352617434983238' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3399352617434983238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3399352617434983238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/06/achei-outra-frase.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGG3b_m5CdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kwZpUADYbSs/s72-c/images%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-6610301506269865534</id><published>2008-06-24T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:32.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE! (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(nossa, fiquei assustada agora, foi escrever e a barra de ferramentas estava diferente.. eu: ''prooonto..perdi tudo. o_o' '' mas não.eu estava a pagina errada .ops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Julho&lt;/span&gt;! Viva &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fériaaas&lt;/span&gt;! Viva&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Viajaaar&lt;/span&gt; de montão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maior tempo sem escrever, e o pior de tudo: não sei o que escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Estav querendo tanto arranjar tempo pra voltar a escrever e escrever muiiiito. Mas agora que to com tempo de sobra e ..bom, tempo de sobraaa.. Não surge nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunm, na internet sem rumo e acabamos por achar frases 'SUPER-frases' :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"E.E. Cummings escreveu: “Não ser ninguém exceto você mesmo, num mundo que se esforça dia e noite para torná-lo igual a todo mundo é lutar a pior das batalhas que todo ser humano pode enfrentar e nunca deixa de lutar.” "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;".. O jogo deles sob as regras deles; Não fique tão gorda, nem tão magra; nem tão morena, nem tão branca; não seja tão sensual, nem tão casta, nem tão inteligente, nem tão burra; seja você mesma, mas dentro do padrão." &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGGzRUrbeVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/39YjuOR07-k/s1600-h/ATgAAACq7VAL5ACaUfEAJdXZAXr0O_kPzVYRSwPXOk1KqU8M3nYvLze0ZQAk95d0aDujD_QxJYR5TFADPrPqte6hOwttAJtU9VBagH-_QjLPVXSX8NV7o1E7VyddEg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215646953661757778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGGzRUrbeVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/39YjuOR07-k/s320/ATgAAACq7VAL5ACaUfEAJdXZAXr0O_kPzVYRSwPXOk1KqU8M3nYvLze0ZQAk95d0aDujD_QxJYR5TFADPrPqte6hOwttAJtU9VBagH-_QjLPVXSX8NV7o1E7VyddEg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa última por sinal muitooo boa! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira noite de férias. vou escrever, escrever bastanteeeee. depois coloco aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Boa Noite ;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-6610301506269865534?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/6610301506269865534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=6610301506269865534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6610301506269865534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/6610301506269865534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/06/nossa-fiquei-assustada-agora-foi.html' title='FREE! (?)'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SGGzRUrbeVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/39YjuOR07-k/s72-c/ATgAAACq7VAL5ACaUfEAJdXZAXr0O_kPzVYRSwPXOk1KqU8M3nYvLze0ZQAk95d0aDujD_QxJYR5TFADPrPqte6hOwttAJtU9VBagH-_QjLPVXSX8NV7o1E7VyddEg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-1294418814036436980</id><published>2008-06-21T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:07:21.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back :]</title><content type='html'>Ayn Rand escreveu:&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe sua chama se apagar com a indiferença. &lt;br /&gt;Nos pântanos desesperançosos do ainda, do agora não. &lt;br /&gt;Não permita que o herói na sua alma padeça frustrado e solitário com a vida que ele merecia, mas nunca foi capaz de alcançar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos alcançar o mundo que desejamos. Ele existe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;É &lt;em&gt;possível&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;É &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-1294418814036436980?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/1294418814036436980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=1294418814036436980' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/1294418814036436980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/1294418814036436980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-back.html' title='welcome back :]'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5563442923532388160</id><published>2008-05-25T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:19:59.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pela graça..</title><content type='html'>Poq eu posso imaginar.. pela fé e pela graça sei que vou estar lá!&lt;br /&gt;I can Only Imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4tOu8w4IYA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t4tOu8w4IYA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bubble*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5563442923532388160?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5563442923532388160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5563442923532388160' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5563442923532388160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5563442923532388160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/05/pela-graa.html' title='pela graça..'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-7098320199862877234</id><published>2008-05-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:44:23.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apenaaas presente para minha amigaa querida Gummy</title><content type='html'>Amiga Querida Gummy!!&lt;br /&gt;presente pra você!!!! :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.amfmpm.org/2008/05/new-regina-piano-for-pevensies.html'"&gt;New Regina! Piano for the Pevensies! at /am.fm.pm/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*todos os nomes, na verdade apelidos sao fictícios HOHOH. mas você saberá que é você...quando for você! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-7098320199862877234?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/7098320199862877234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=7098320199862877234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7098320199862877234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/7098320199862877234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/05/apenaaas-presente-para-minha-amigaa.html' title='apenaaas presente para minha amigaa querida Gummy'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2428249432873470228</id><published>2008-05-07T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:32.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carâmbola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SCJn7WPV5_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Jqqt3HyBnbk/s1600-h/novos_planos_para_fugir_____by_goht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197831189218846706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SCJn7WPV5_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Jqqt3HyBnbk/s320/novos_planos_para_fugir_____by_goht.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não era bem esse tipo de post que estava planejando paraa minha gloriosaaaa volta...nossa, não mesmooo..nadinha, nadinha! Nem um parágrafooo se quer..nem um paragrafozinho(diminutivo de parágrafo, por favor Profs. de Port. de plantão!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as notícias chegam quando a gente menos espera, e mudam tudoooo.&lt;br /&gt;TUM! e a sua semana já nao é mais a mesma...não como havia planejado no começo..&lt;br /&gt;você já se perguntou entao...: 'pra que planejar?!', meu, ótima pergunta, pq é ela que eu to fazendo agora.. sei lá se é porque você é relaxadão: deixa a vida me levar; ou porque você cansou dessas mudanças drásticas em seus planos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;sempre odieei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me sinto segura.. eu perco o chão em algumas delas, as mais repentinas principalmente.sei lá, as vezes é melhor deixar como está.. deixa ai ué! que coisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é que não da pra evitar né? As pessoas mudam...tudo muda! O coração, a cabeça, pessoa por dentro, pessoa por fora...e já mudou tudo sem querer-querendo. Só quem nao muda, é Deus. acho que é por Ele que aguentamos as vezes.. nossas vidas nao sao tbm um 'mar de rosas'. também sofremos né? aliás, acho nao, tenho certeza de que é por Ele, porque..Ele coloca as pessoas certas, nos lugares certos e nas horas certas..quando tudo tá dando errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'posso até chorar, mas alegria vem de manhã... És Deus de perto, e nao de longe.. Nunca mudastes Tu és fiel!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já se perguntou se tem fé o bastante? se não consegue ver pq vc nã cre?&lt;br /&gt;já ficou confuso porque nao sabia até onde vai a sua responsabilidade e aonde deve deixar Deus agir..? É irritante. É frustrante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só espero que vá embora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SCJne2PV5-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4l1x5cdXH_E/s1600-h/ATgAAABKmITcC54Fsrzh3vr_HYZ21HYEgNQhpkQ3i6pPTcN3QXrt6fsqTqBxu8MSUtna5kirUKNjt4JhCa6L2ZLqz6MMAJtU9VAMv9bEV4LpyzrphDGIhtLlad9FPg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197830699592574946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" height="80" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SCJne2PV5-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4l1x5cdXH_E/s400/ATgAAABKmITcC54Fsrzh3vr_HYZ21HYEgNQhpkQ3i6pPTcN3QXrt6fsqTqBxu8MSUtna5kirUKNjt4JhCa6L2ZLqz6MMAJtU9VAMv9bEV4LpyzrphDGIhtLlad9FPg.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(eu tinha colorido, mas.. deu erro e deu preguiça de fazer de novo tbm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2428249432873470228?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2428249432873470228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2428249432873470228' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2428249432873470228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2428249432873470228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/05/carmbola.html' title='Carâmbola!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SCJn7WPV5_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Jqqt3HyBnbk/s72-c/novos_planos_para_fugir_____by_goht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-5373120185783337218</id><published>2008-04-30T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:21:27.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feriaaaadãoo!</title><content type='html'>aih! naaaaada melhooor!&lt;br /&gt;Feriadão pra arrumaaar tudooo na cabeça e fora dela tbm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pausa para arrumar tudoo!&lt;br /&gt;jogar coisas fora, tirar da&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; cabeça&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;quarto&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;fichári&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bolso da calçaa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIMPEZA GERAL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na volta... aguardeeem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; existe, ela está aí. Ainda distinguimos o certo do errado. Ainda existe o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CERTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ERRADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bubble*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-5373120185783337218?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/5373120185783337218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=5373120185783337218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5373120185783337218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/5373120185783337218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/feriaaaadoo.html' title='feriaaaadãoo!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-8822222719436130911</id><published>2008-04-24T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:33.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SBEacqQQeMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0Yf7vfelzTE/s1600-h/my_eye_by_Jumpert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192960925016029378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="177" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SBEacqQQeMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0Yf7vfelzTE/s400/my_eye_by_Jumpert.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este não é meu, quem dera fosse! Mas se um dia eu escrever assim..haha, me aguardem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oi, estou bem aqui na sua frente, mas você insiste em não me ver.Tudo bem, opção sua, cada um enxerga o que quer. O problema é quando você, sem ter idéia de como sou, resolve dar a sua visão sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;alvez você não se enxergue também, antes de mais nada - assim me tire por parecida contigo. Errando completamente. Para começar, eu faço questão de ver as pessoas ao meu redor, e isso faz toda a diferença no mundo. Percebo que todos têm algo especial, estando aí a graça. Percebo belezas que não são minhas, estando aí o prazer. Percebo inclusive você, parado bem aí na minha frente, desviando seu olhar para lá e para cá, nervoso com a minha presença, estando aí o ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;eja bem, não há o que temer em mim. Não quero nada que seja seu. E não sou nada que você também não seja, pelo menos um pouquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Você não precisa gostar de mim para me enxergar, mas precisa me enxergar para não gostar de mim. Ou gostar, e talvez seja exatamente isso que você tema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Embora isso não faça sentido, já que a vida é bela, justamente, quando estamos diante daquilo que gostamos, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ão vou dizer que não me irrita essa sua cegueira específica com relação a mim, pois faço de tudo para ser entendida. Por todos. Sempre esforço- me ao máximo para que isso ocorra, aliás; então, a sua total ignorancia a meu respeito após todo esse tempo. nós dois tão perto, mexe, sim, levemente, com a minha paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e for essa a sua intenção, porém mexer com a minha paciência, aviso que anda perdendo sua energia em besteira, pois mosquito zumbindo em meu ouvido tem um efeito semelhante. E, se me dou o trabalho de escrever esta carta para você , é porque sei que você também não será capaz de enxergar o que há nela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;xplicando melhor: preferiria que você me esquecesse, mas até para me esquecer você vai ter que me enxergar. Enquanto não me olhar de frente, ao menos uma vez, ao menos por um segundo, vai continuar assim, para sempre, fugindo sistematicamente da minha imagem – um escravo de mim, em fuga constante, portanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ode abrir os olhos, vai ver que não sou um bicho- de- sete- cabeças. Sou bem diferente de você, como já disse, mas isso é ótimo. Sou melhor que você em algumas coisas, pior que você em outras – acontece. No que eu for pior, você pode me ajudar a virar para outro lado; no que eu for melhor, cogite admirar.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Olhos nos olhos, quero ver o que você diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, um sonho realizado. Já estou lucrando com a nossa relação, só falta você. Basta ver o que eu posso lhe mostrar e enxergar o que eu posso ser para você."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Carta de FERNANDA YOUNG- Retiradada Revista Cláudia-Abril/08'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-8822222719436130911?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/8822222719436130911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=8822222719436130911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8822222719436130911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8822222719436130911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/este-no-meu-quem-dera-fosse-mas-se-um.html' title=''/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SBEacqQQeMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0Yf7vfelzTE/s72-c/my_eye_by_Jumpert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3903003595230568712</id><published>2008-04-20T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:33.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta ao Inquilino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAumWyywCrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QSUaztB8AN0/s1600-h/Miss_You_by_Anarchsoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191425905996597938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAumWyywCrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QSUaztB8AN0/s200/Miss_You_by_Anarchsoul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Caro '&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;invasor&lt;/span&gt;',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está decidido. Já era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chega! Chega! Acabou aqui ok!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sou obrigada a aguentar você e estou cansada! A partir de hoje, é &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;independente&lt;/span&gt; de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você entrou sem bater e foi logo se acomodando como se fosse o dono do pedaço..De repente já tinha trazido tudo, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TOMADO POSSE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem que eu tentei expulsá-lo mas quem disse que podia? Depois de um tempo a gente se entendeu e eu comecei a aceitá-lo.. você já estava aí mesmo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fomos conversando, conversando, afinal queria te conhecer melhor...De onde vinha, para onde estava indo, sobre seus planos..(apesar de ainda não saber sua &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; favorita..).Os dias foram passando e eu fui me acostumando com você sempre aí, era até meio incoveniente certas vezes.Aparecia quando não podia e sem avisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comecei a apreciar sua companhia, mais e mais. A querer ficar perto de você.. umas músicas aqui.. outra alí.. Até aprendi a cantar &lt;strong&gt;o hino do seu &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! E quando finalmente achei que você assiniria o contrato, você simplesmente &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;foi embora&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saiu como entrou, do nada. Rápido demais até. Pareceu que estava fugindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixou tuudo aqui.. Uma bagunça! O pior de tudoo é quando você aparece dando ares de sua graça, me deixando tonta sem saber o que fazer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz favor, vem recolher suas bugigangas daqui! Arruma essa bagunça que você fez no meu dia, na minha cabeça e no meu.. coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    Está procurando &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;algo melhor&lt;/span&gt;? han...ok! Mas &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;algo melhor&lt;/span&gt; geralmente saí mais caro.. eu estou aqui ainda..enquando nao acabo de despejar suas coisas você pode voltar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     Na verdade não sei nem por que disse isso..Sei que vai ser eu colocar seu último par de meias sujas do futebol para fora, que você vai aparecer.. Com cara de '&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ué&lt;/span&gt;!?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bubble*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAumhCywCsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/t1JDuJnJfwY/s1600-h/Stay____by_Pazetikid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191426082090257090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAumhCywCsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/t1JDuJnJfwY/s400/Stay____by_Pazetikid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAulsSywCqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/M-rB6f59HJ4/s1600-h/Stay____by_Pazetikid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3903003595230568712?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3903003595230568712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3903003595230568712' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3903003595230568712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3903003595230568712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/carta-ao-inquilino.html' title='Carta ao Inquilino'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAumWyywCrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QSUaztB8AN0/s72-c/Miss_You_by_Anarchsoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4082863524150555687</id><published>2008-04-16T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:33.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>título</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAaJ9fCwu9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/I-0URIlzGh0/s1600-h/Hands_by_benkojanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189987309989182418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAaJ9fCwu9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/I-0URIlzGh0/s320/Hands_by_benkojanos.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspiração estava boa....:'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Sou &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; estou no 123&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; colegial, sou de Rom'Sant&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;, um bairro metido a cidade aqui de São Paulo. Talvez meu mundo não pareça nada com o seu..Talvez se olhar mais de perto verá pessoas que se pareçam com você..Se você estiver mudando, admirada e ao mesmo tempo assustada com essas mudanças..se você estiver com o coração apertado mas ao mesmo tempo cheio de amor, então talvez sejamos parecidas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Talvez você se pareça com alguém que não sabe para onde ir, alguém que quer &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, alguém que quer&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ser alguém melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...alguém que esteja se&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;escondendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..ou alguém que tenha &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;med&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medo de pensar, de falar, de sentir e de mostrar. Talvez alguém tenha medo de você, talvez você tenha medo de alguém.Talvez você esteja observando alguém, talvez você estaja sendo observado...Talvez você ame alguém que não saiba..Talvez você não saiba que é amado por alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez você não saiba como começar, talvez você tenha medo de começar porque não sabe como vai terminar...Mas..&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SURPRESA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! ninguém sabe...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAaJr_Cwu8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/sC9sQvhVNMw/s1600-h/ATgAAABaKOQ9DMX9YfNnQRqhkA4VEyigdGoIgCI1jWNxll0YRQK1P5duXXQTSQXruP5qh_c1W22iu1fr-zcpJIYIh0wGAJtU9VCTneaugAUNg9z1VZCMxPp0_JTysQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189987009341471682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAaJr_Cwu8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/sC9sQvhVNMw/s320/ATgAAABaKOQ9DMX9YfNnQRqhkA4VEyigdGoIgCI1jWNxll0YRQK1P5duXXQTSQXruP5qh_c1W22iu1fr-zcpJIYIh0wGAJtU9VCTneaugAUNg9z1VZCMxPp0_JTysQ.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;só seguimos em frente...' &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ensina- me o caminho que devo seguir,Senhor'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Salmos 143''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;nada a falar, número, gênero ou grau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;meu bairro imaginário. não, nao vou falar onde moro. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4082863524150555687?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4082863524150555687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4082863524150555687' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4082863524150555687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4082863524150555687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/ttulo.html' title='título'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAaJ9fCwu9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/I-0URIlzGh0/s72-c/Hands_by_benkojanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-3366756734615649841</id><published>2008-04-11T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:34.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do U go when U'R BLUE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAAazV0-MAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VopuUu7wkaE/s1600-h/rain_by_panpropanbutan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188176240065785858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAAazV0-MAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VopuUu7wkaE/s400/rain_by_panpropanbutan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAAaXV0-L-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mOcYQkFKGO4/s1600-h/rain_by_panpropanbutan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Where do u go when u'r lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where do u go when u'r blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where do u go when u'r lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll follow you!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Bethany Joy &amp;amp; Tyler Hilton'- When The Stars Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisas ruins acontecem para todos. Você sabe, eu sei, todo mundo sabe..Já aconteceu, ou está acontecendo agora, e pode esperar porque vai acontecer de novo. Não! Não estou falando isso como uma 'maldição' ou 'praga', longe de mim isso.(até poq eu nem acredito...)Mas só estou falando porque é verdade. Nesse mundo nada é perfeito, e nem nunca vai ser. é por isso que eu vivo para algo &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MAIOR&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;POR&lt;/span&gt; algo maior, senão o que seria de mim? Viver por esse mundo? Não tem como!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As coisas de que mais gostamos são tiradas de nós, as pessoas a quem mais amamos somem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pessoas...pessoas a quem nós amamos...nós amamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quantas pessoas realmente amamos? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALMENTE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quantas pessoas há nessa terra agora? o que elas estão fazendo?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais um tirado de &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'One Tree Hill'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ( uma caverna secreta do tesouro para poemas e escritores):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse momento há 6 bilhões, 470 milhões, 818 mil, 671 pessoαs no mundo. Algumαs estão fugindo αssustαdαs. Algumαs estão voltαndo pαrα cαsα. Algumαs dizem mentirαs prα suportαr o diα. Outrαs estão somente αgorα enfrentαndo α verdade, αlguns são mαus indo contrα o bem e αlguns são bons lutαndo contrα o mαl. 6 bilhões de pessoαs no mundo, 6 bilhões de αlmαs, e αs vezes tudo que nós precisαmos é αpenαs umα&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo mundo tem que ficar um pouco sozinho, mas ninguém É sozinho. Como poderia ser? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com bilhões de pessoas como alguem pode ainda se sentir sozinhooo?Não está certo! Não faz sentido, ninguem se importa mais com o outro.. Nossos umbigos estão grandeees demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor está se esfriando e podemos sentir! Você conhece o seu vizinho da frente? Eu não conheço! Quando minha mãe mudou a primeira vez de casa, ela tinhas uns 7 anos, e os vizinhos trouxeram bolo, torta ,ou vieram simplesmente conhecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei de casa recentemente, e só fico imaginando a cara do meu vizinho.. Como pode né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAAaq10-L_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/un4VSBFdnDI/s1600-h/Hug_by_MultiCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188176094036897778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAAaq10-L_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/un4VSBFdnDI/s400/Hug_by_MultiCurious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"em um mundo quebrado, só a Ti esperamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tu és a solução''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-3366756734615649841?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/3366756734615649841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=3366756734615649841' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3366756734615649841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/3366756734615649841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-do-u-go-when-ur-blue.html' title='where do U go when U&apos;R BLUE?'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAAazV0-MAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VopuUu7wkaE/s72-c/rain_by_panpropanbutan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-1587509806128847126</id><published>2008-04-08T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:34.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaga e volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_wg_JFUHdI/AAAAAAAAADI/imR3FHcg_FI/s1600-h/Kiss_the_rain__by_LowRadiation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187057139966025170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_wg_JFUHdI/AAAAAAAAADI/imR3FHcg_FI/s400/Kiss_the_rain__by_LowRadiation.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá, esqueçam o último post! momento '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;desabafo&lt;/u&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; aqui e não foi bom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sei lá, essas coisas mais pessoais deixam o blog com cara de 'diário'..e eu nao preciso de diário, já tenho! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunm, pensando bem eu acho que vou apagar (ou apagarei como meu prof. de port diria. mas ele nunca lerá isso então...todos os pecados das aulas cometidos no BLOG!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigas e meninos estarão sempre aí na nossa vida... você já parou pra pensar nisso? Nós sempre choramos, gritamos e brigamos..por essas coisas de coração. ou até algumas mais fúteis ainda! Como somos ingratos. sempre queremos uma razão para ficarmos bravos, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;! e ainda queremos estar certos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou conversando com uma amiga que está com um problema na família, cheguei pra ela falando de meninos e rolos.. e minhas brigas, mas putz! ela tá com problemas na família, e eu não fui capaz de ouvi-la...Quando me toquei disso foi horrível! Eu não parava de falar nele, em como ele me irrita, e como eu gosto dele.. e ela estava tentando falar que não conseguiu dormir por causa da discussão dos pais no quarto do lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você já se sentiu '&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ridícula&lt;/span&gt;'? Não ridícula por fora, ridícula por dentro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você já se esqueceu de parar pra ouvir e achou que seu amigo era um &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;penico&lt;/span&gt; para seus problemas? Novidade.. ele não é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus problemas, tão pequenos e insignificantes, tão..bobos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Amigo estou aqui&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!' diz a música de Toy Story que quem é da minha...'época' conhece beeem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Querida 'Amiga',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você me escutou tantas vezes.. e me viu chorar outras tantas tbm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desculpa nunca parar pra te ouvir! Desculpa nunca para de FALAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Seus problemas, são meus tbm! amigo estou aqui!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pode falar, vou te escutar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pode chorar! vou te amparar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;eu estou aqui para você! como você sempre esteve para mim!"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_wf9pFUHbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cVc8-1s7UKg/s1600-h/ATgAAACW_hiRpH_i1zCBcvRGMExcpJnkzk-v2KxiQXTKlam3c_uVkXF0ZBCt1Kc0jWpGxUSat4m61bEb5BQfkDlZA3l4AJtU9VBQm1ByUq-6mdOn5RwlQP78h0HBGw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_wgNZFUHcI/AAAAAAAAADA/YfXV0LRuZOs/s1600-h/Pulling_Out_The_Sun_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187056285267533250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_wgNZFUHcI/AAAAAAAAADA/YfXV0LRuZOs/s400/Pulling_Out_The_Sun_by_gilad.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-1587509806128847126?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/1587509806128847126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=1587509806128847126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/1587509806128847126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/1587509806128847126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/apaga-e-volta.html' title='Apaga e volta...'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_wg_JFUHdI/AAAAAAAAADI/imR3FHcg_FI/s72-c/Kiss_the_rain__by_LowRadiation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-2537069677179971398</id><published>2008-04-08T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:34.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUTZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_voDZFUHXI/AAAAAAAAACY/FJeT_7rKpsI/s1600-h/hUg_by_ginTonic13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186994540817685874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_voDZFUHXI/AAAAAAAAACY/FJeT_7rKpsI/s400/hUg_by_ginTonic13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela era minha amiga! foi a&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; primeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; pessoa a quem eu contei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a única que sabia por mtooo tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pq ela fez isso? ela sabia! sabia desde o começo.. pq eu demorei  e nao tive iniciativa? pq eu nao aproveitei &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; e fiquei na minha por tempo demais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora já nao importa mais. já era. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ela e ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? tudo bem...casem e tenham muitos filhos... só nao me chame para ser madrinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dói saber que é em outra que ele pensa. dói mais..saber que é &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;nela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que ele pensa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o que mata é saber eu os dois &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;te esqueceram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;bubble*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-2537069677179971398?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/2537069677179971398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=2537069677179971398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2537069677179971398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/2537069677179971398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/putz.html' title='PUTZ!'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_voDZFUHXI/AAAAAAAAACY/FJeT_7rKpsI/s72-c/hUg_by_ginTonic13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-8293617687849189615</id><published>2008-04-05T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:35.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'jogue a moeda...um copo de coca..'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_fr6pFUHUI/AAAAAAAAACA/kyyjI9g2thE/s1600-h/diferentemente_do_resto_by_BrunoSousa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185872888633498946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_fr6pFUHUI/AAAAAAAAACA/kyyjI9g2thE/s320/diferentemente_do_resto_by_BrunoSousa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que jogamos &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cara ou coroa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; se sempre decidimos no final? (e naturalmante diferente do que havia caído no 'jogo').. Acho que deve ser por que até o momento não tinhamos realmente pensado naquela alternativa.. e quando somos meio que &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;obrigados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a ficar com ela.. percebemos que não é realmente o que queremos..Pensamos em todas as &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;adicionais e variáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que vem com essa escolha. (ou por esse caminho, como quiser..). Por que nunca pensamos realmenteee nas coisas? E principalmente, nas &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;consequências? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De uns tempos para cá, venho notando que as escolhas que eu faço nao envolvem só a mim, mas mtas pessoas, cada coisa, cadaaa coisinhaa. E putz! como é estranho pensar assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamos lá. Vamos tomar um café na padoca e pensar na vida...falar sobre a vida, e passar a noite acordada falando &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;'deles'! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; tomando coca e comendo springles. depois voltamos à vida normal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SAIA DA ROTINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_fsf5FUHWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1IwKZ_Gpa1A/s1600-h/hand_by_tomegatherion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185873528583626082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="338" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_fsf5FUHWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1IwKZ_Gpa1A/s400/hand_by_tomegatherion.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(e vai por mim, melhora sua cabeça ! mto! desencane e vá!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_fsIZFUHVI/AAAAAAAAACI/JBb6TqjUDUY/s1600-h/The_rain_by_OjosVerde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-8293617687849189615?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/8293617687849189615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=8293617687849189615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8293617687849189615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8293617687849189615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/jogue-moedaum-copo-de-coca.html' title='&apos;jogue a moeda...um copo de coca..&apos;'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_fr6pFUHUI/AAAAAAAAACA/kyyjI9g2thE/s72-c/diferentemente_do_resto_by_BrunoSousa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-8637590018871649798</id><published>2008-04-04T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:25:35.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='começo.'/><title type='text'>(re)Começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_boJZFUHTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RHSmLu0WZnc/s1600-h/Is_Love_Blind_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185587269013347634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_boJZFUHTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RHSmLu0WZnc/s320/Is_Love_Blind_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_bnpZFUHRI/AAAAAAAAABo/oZwMY5MSBmo/s1600-h/Is_Love_Blind_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_bnpZFUHRI/AAAAAAAAABo/oZwMY5MSBmo/s1600-h/Is_Love_Blind_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desculpa a demora, era para eu ter voltado antes...passaram-se tantos dias e na realidade nem sei se tenho algo realmente novo pra escrever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como passei por essa semana? Eu consegui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha cabeça ainda está girando, ainda estou sob os efeitos das provas e trabalhos, doidinha doidinha fazendo as contas pra saber quanto eu alcancei nas médias finais...Passou, acabou..por enquanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo assim, sabe quando você sabe o que tem que fazer, você faz o que tem que fazer, mas...você não está realmente pensando no que está fazendo, você está no automático..sua mente está em outro lugar, em uma outra coisa...em uma pessoa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É complicado... Quando não sabemos se 'a pessoa' está fazendo o mesmo, ou se ela apenas lembra de você quando te vê...E realmente, nunca sabemos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assistindo &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; eu ouvi isso: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Você pode passar dias pensando em alguém e passar horas imaginando se ela pensa em você da mesma forma.Você acorda e dorme pensando nela...Cria sonhos....Acredita que o sentimento possa ser real, mesmo que seja por alguns segundos...O encontro parece ser mágico...O toque dos lábios parece ser indescritível....Mas, no fundo, você sempre tem a certeza que aquele amor aparentemente destinado para você, você jamais poderá ter." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(essas coisas teimam em aparecer justo nos momentos em que pensaríamos: ' &lt;em&gt;era o que eu precisava ouvir...&lt;/em&gt;')..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_bnpZFUHSI/AAAAAAAAABw/fERhTTqZVbo/s1600-h/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185586719257533730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" height="181" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_bnpZFUHSI/AAAAAAAAABw/fERhTTqZVbo/s320/Love_is____by_Bunnis.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Por que ele nao sai da tua cabeçaaa?! ele teima em ficar aí enchendo os paquetá! por que? nao vai dar em nada! saí daqui! xôôô!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - doce ilusão, como se realmente adiantasse. E provavelmete ele nao sabe e nunca saberá que te causou tudoo isso.. que você chegou a chorar por ele... e você escreveu o nome dele no seu diário, com corações em volta. nao, ele nunca saberá.. e é melhor assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-8637590018871649798?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/8637590018871649798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=8637590018871649798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8637590018871649798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/8637590018871649798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/04/recomeo.html' title='(re)Começo'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/R_boJZFUHTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RHSmLu0WZnc/s72-c/Is_Love_Blind_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8302905718019286476.post-4847345303930345072</id><published>2008-01-04T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:23:50.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz ano velho.</title><content type='html'>finally 2008. é realmete, FINALMENTE...nossa, e eu pensando que nunca chegaria! Cá estamos nós. ainda lembro eu olhando a validade dos shampoos lá em, nao sei bem, 2003 ou 2004, e: "PUTZ! eles vao durar até 2008???. vao durar pra sempre praticamenteee!"&lt;br /&gt;doce ilusão não? enfim, chegou! esse ano faço 2322317343 anos..(nananina. nao vou revelar minha idade. pelo menos nao ainda.)Mas 2322317343 é bastante tempo! todas as crianças querem ter 2322317343 anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANO VELHO! acho que é mais assim do que ano novo. feliz ano velho por tudo que passou nesse ano, pelo que passamos nesse anooo. as dificuldades e desafios. e apesar de tudo chegamos aqui né não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um novo ano começou..novas opurtunidades e&lt;br /&gt;TCHARAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um novo blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou almoçar agora. mas eu volto.&lt;br /&gt;bjo ;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8302905718019286476-4847345303930345072?l=bullegomme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/feeds/4847345303930345072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8302905718019286476&amp;postID=4847345303930345072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4847345303930345072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8302905718019286476/posts/default/4847345303930345072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullegomme.blogspot.com/2008/01/feliz-ano-velho.html' title='feliz ano velho.'/><author><name>nat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11738311715356879777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XnL1aDuG3Kk/SAuq7yywCuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_60lqEq1pX4/S220/Rain_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
